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- Elisabeth Vincentelli
- Brooklyn, NY, United States
- I'm a Brooklyn-based writer/editor specializing in entertainment and outdoors recreation. Past jobs include drama critic/features writer at the New York Post and arts & entertainment editor at Time Out New York. Why all the French stuff? I am, indeed, from France, and have been living in America for over 25 years.
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- City on Fire take-down
- The Walking Dead blew it with Glenn
- My weekend with Andrew Rannells
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- Misery
- Picks of the week: A View from the Bridge, Henry IV
- Why Walking Dead fans need to stop whining
- Theater's having a senior moment
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- Shonda Rhimes must do something right
- The British royals: off with their heads!
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4 comments:
Bravo! I went in skeptical and stopped after two chapters. At least as bad as the recent CBGB feature film. Novelists taking on punk, the success rate wouldn't challenge for a batting title.
Excellent comparison to that CBGB movie -- though the novel also has artistic ambitions, which makes its failure somehow more annoying.
Why is fiction's take on punk so fraught, I've long wondered. Because the questioning of bona fides is particularly central to the punk ethos? (Were boomers as judgmental/protective about depctions of the counterculture? I was consumed with dread when I got to the (SF) punk parts of Jennifer Egan's Goon Squad, which were just fine, and I think the book is a masterpiece. I need to get over this. Anyway, thanks for doing 934 pages of dirty work for your readership!
You don't have to directly experience something to write about it, obviously. But you do need to understand the inner workings and motivations of what you're writing about. And that's what's missing from City on Fire.
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