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Baby Rush

28 May

Dr. Robert Graham wanted to clean the gene pool. What better way than to enlist attractive and athletic Nobel Prize winning scientists, mathematicians and physicists to impregnate millions of women? Insemination was a newfangled idea. The church denounced it, the public didn’t want to talk about it, but women came from everywhere. Although restricted to women who were married, the California sperm banks’ existence resulted in 215 healthy babies, each one expected to change the world. But the science experiment failed. Within a few years, Dr. Graham’s sperm bank closed and with it, the records of every child born with its help. David Plotz found out why.

 

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What I found most interesting was that, in the end, the genius DNA didn’t matter as much as Dr. Graham had hoped. No Nobel Prize babies were born. Brilliant kids maybe, but once children found out they were spawned from successful men, it was more a burden than an advantage. So much pressure to be successful themselves often resulted in lackadaisal attitudes and lives, spurning their purported genius DNA. It was relationships that meant the most and the the parents attention to each child that shaped their personalities, ambitions, successes and talents. It just goes to show that everyday Einsteins cannot be made; if we all just paid a little more attention to each other we could all turn out better adjusted and perhaps a bit brighter.

Mop Men

26 May

Death sells.  Neal Smither knows this; but he doesn’t sell death, he cleans it up.  Based in San Francisco, Crime Scene Cleaners has become a multimillion dollar company, specializing in suicides, homicides and other deaths.  Journalist Alan Emmins follows Neal to see what it’s all about, this death business, the business of death.   The result? An intrepid and surprisingly funny assessment of the grisly and obscene in California – what happens, when blood’s been spilt.

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Fool

23 Mar

My review

rating: 3 of 5 stars
Christopher Moore admits that he has been accused of awkward prose, and I am one in a long line of finger pointers. There is no mistaking his singular diction, a style I liken to tripping over pebbles. The errors are not huge, but the verbage a little ungainly. In Moore’s new book Fool, his bubbly delivery is entertaining. This re-telling of King Lear is not a new adaptation of Shakespeare’s masterpiece, and Moore does not advise a comparison. In this parody of Shakespeare’s King Lear, the Black Fool, named Pocket for his small stature, presents himself as author and actor – a sarcastic, horny, but all around noble and loyal jester to King Lear. King Lear is dying, and his failing health turns his thoughts to mortality, and in haste, he gives away his kingdom to two selfish daughters who, one fateful night, profess their love and devotion in boisterous display. When his third and youngest daughter fails to do the same, she is banished. Thus sets the stage for a dark tale told in a light-hearted way. Moore has taken the framework of King Lear and used it to determine how much mid-century shagging can be done during a five act show against the backdrop of bloody tragedy, love, deceit, forgery, war, bad marriages and regrettable children. Moore is unstoppable when it comes to comedic and bizarre twists throughout his narratives and Fool is no exception. Fool takes ultimate delight and pride in the sarcastic humiliation of its players. Finally, Moore leaves no ties undone and no hearts broken; you either die or live happily ever after. Overall, Fool is another fun book in Moores repertoire.

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Tao of Chuck Klosterman

14 Oct

Chuck Klosterman has perspective to burn. I would bet a large sum of money on his being correct (or at least pursuasive) ninety-five percent of the time, whether or not I personally disagree with his thoughts, particularly as they relate to the age old question “What does it all mean?” Ostensibly, he makes a good point on the subject, on many subjects, and one in particularly is, what’s with Publishings’ state of affairs? We rank 18 out of 24 nations in terms of the relative effectiveness of our educational system, and routinely have low reading rates of adults across the nation. But that’s not all, Culture as a whole generally sucks, countries hate us for the shit we spew out. So, it seems significant to read a passage from Chuck Klosterman’s IV, a collection of essays from his days spent writing for Esquire and Spin magazine, who said this:

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“Why, I wondered, do people so often feel let down by popular culture? Why do serious film fans feel disgusted when another stock Tom Hanks movie earns $200 million? Why do record store employees get angry when a band like Comets on Fire comes to town and only twenty-two people pay to see them? Why do highly literate people get depressed when they look at The New York Times Best Sellers list?”
So much of what we see around us, we disagree with. Yet, pop icons, among many facets of society, continue to exist and excel through public support and cultural infrastructure. Chuck continues his thought with this – a juxtaposition of one’s own thoughts versus public opinion, or rather – what sells the fastest and in the largest quantities:”There’s always this peculiar disconnect between how people exist in the world and how they think the world is supposed to exist; it’s almost as if Americans can’t accept an important truth about being alive. And this is the truth to which I refer: culture can’t be wrong. That doesn’t mean it’s always “right,” nor does it mean you always have to agree with it. But culture is never wrong. People can be wrong, and movements can be wrong. But culture – as a whole – cannot be wrong. Culture is just there. ”

Michael Moore is the best example of Klosterman’s statement. I mean, if culture as a whole loves Paris Hilton and continues to promote her for reasons I cannot comprehend, then who I am to contend with popular opinion? I have no stake in her celebrity. If she sells, then market her. In this day and age, with the markets crashing and people desperate for ideas that sell, in a market devoid of originality, then Chuck is right, Culture is not wrong, it’s our realistic gossip-gulfing self. The disappointment sets in because our realistic makeup doesn’t match our idealism. But….

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If disagreement with mainstream culture simply means that your ideas aren’t preferred, then consider the opposite, by Stephen King, who says, “There is a kind of unspoken (hence undefended and unexamined) belief in publishing circles that the most commercially successful stories and novels are fast-paced….the underlying thought is that people have so many things to do today, and are so easily distracted from the printed word, that you’ll lose them unless you become a kind of short-order cook, serving up sizzling burgers, fries, and eggs over easy just as fast as you can. Like so many unexamined beliefs in the publishing business, this idea is largely bullshit…which is why, when books like Umberto Eco’s The Name of The Rose or Charles Frazier’s Cold Mountain suddenly break out of the pack and climb the best-seller lists, publishers and editors are astonished. I suspect that most of them ascribe these books’ unexpected success to unpredictable and deplorable lapses into good taste on the part of the reading public.”

I think, we all liked McDonalds hamburgers, and look where that got us. Fast food and bigger belts – can you consider these ostensibly unintended consequences the “not wrong” taste of Culture? Or is Chuck Klosterman’s assertion that culture’s not wrong or right just really saying that culture is the result of freedom of choice, and where we’re at is the result of freedom, not taste, because from what I can tell – we don’t have any.


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CK

4 Sep

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Chuck Klosterman uses words like abject, schism and ungulate. I sulkily admit I had to look up their meanings. Reading a half hour of Chuck Klosterman’s disquisitional essays in A Decade Of Curious People and Dangerous Ideas is mind-blowing on this level. I assume a well-thumbed thesaurus is always with him; but I have no proof beyond his particular, intellectual and varied, speech staccato peppering all his work. I’m in awe, but not in love.

I’m alone in my lovelessness – there are those who are head over heels: two friends of mine are crushing on Chuck because, as Lauren Salazar from Daily Intel put it, he’s got a ‘nerdy hotness’ about him that makes you sympathize with his wistful fictional characters (he says that “No one ever has sex in his books because he identifies more with people being rejected”) and quirky personal real-life stories. Just select a piece from Sex, Drugs and Cocoa Puffs, a running commentary on pop culture and its icons – an extension of his comprehensive work – and you’ll find a man colored by hilarious juvenile tales and a keen awareness of how to translate what happens around him into a contextualized concept.

When asked if he had a critical aesthetic, which sounds to me like a question about his particular brand of presentation, he says, “I don’t know that I have an aesthetic, really. If I do, it would be that I think there are people who want to think critically about the art that engages their life, and I think you can do that with any kind of art. There’s this belief that some things can be taken seriously in an intellectual way, while some things are only entertainment or only a commodity. Or there’s some kind of critical consensus that some things are “good,” and some things are garbage, throwaway culture. And I think the difference between them, in a lot of ways, is actually much less than people think. Especially when you get down to how they affect the audience. So when I write, I don’t think it necessarily matters what I’m writing about. I think it matters the way I think about it. The chord changes, and the lyrics on a record have value, but their real value is how they shape the way people look at their own lives.”

Although Chuck states that no one can really write an objective piece because it’s based on the author’s “subjective objectivity,” he nevertheless strikes a chord with partakers of pop culture; I think that chord is a collective sense of cynism. In his own words, “I think there’s an element of cynicism in my writing, but I’m an optimistic cynic.”

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