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BEAT DOWN TO YOUR SOUL

Name: BEAT DOWN TO YOUR SOUL
Author: Ann Charters
ISBN: 0-14-100151-8

WHAT WAS THE BEAT GENERATION?

edited by Ann Charters ‧ RELEASE DATE: June 5, 2001

In her preface, Charters aims to celebrate “the diversity of voices involved with this literary movement as it developed in...

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More than 700 pages of pure Beat pleasure.

A one-woman Beat industry and an anthologizing demon, Charters (English/Univ. of Connecticut) has edited several collections of Kerouac and other writers of the era (The Portable Beat Reader, not reviewed, etc.). With all her experience, one would expect judicious editorial decisions, clear and accessible introductions to the material, and an expansive breadth of vision—and, once again, she does not disappoint. She lays out a feast of Beat-related belles lettres, criticism, and commentary, dividing her collection into four units: “Writers on the Beat Generation (1948–2000),” “Afterword, Panel with Women Writers of the Beat Generation” (featuring perspectives by Carolyn Cassady, Charters, Joyce Johnston, Hettie Jones, Eileen Kaufman, and Joanna McClure), “Swinging Syllables Beatnik Dictionary,” and “Chronology of Selected Books, Magazines, Films, and Recordings Relating to Beat Generation Authors (1950–2000).” Throw in Charters’s preface, introduction, bibliography, and index, and the resulting chunky collection of Beat voices and commentary does full justice to the writers and their literature. The big boys of Beat make their obligatory appearance, of course, but Charters refrains from weighing the anthology too heavily in their favor by omitting materials she has previously anthologized. If you’ve been hankering to know what William Carlos Williams thought of Ginsberg’s “Howl” or how Mary McCarthy reacted to Burroughs’s Naked Lunch, Charters gives these authors—and many more—in their own trenchant words.

In her preface, Charters aims to celebrate “the diversity of voices involved with this literary movement as it developed in post–World War II America.” Mission accomplished, and admirably so.

Pub Date: June 5, 2001

ISBN: 0-14-100151-8

Page Count: 714

Publisher: Penguin

Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010

Kirkus Reviews Issue: April 15, 2001

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LITERARY FICTION

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THE PORTABLE SIXTIES READER
edited by Ann Charters

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JACK KEROUAC
by Jack Kerouac & edited by Ann Charters

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IF CATS DISAPPEARED FROM THE WORLD

by Genki Kawamura ; translated by Eric Selland ‧ RELEASE DATE: March 12, 2019

Jonathan Livingston Kitty, it’s not.

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A lonely postman learns that he’s about to die—and reflects on life as he bargains with a Hawaiian-shirt–wearing devil.

The 30-year-old first-person narrator in filmmaker/novelist Kawamura’s slim novel is, by his own admission, “boring…a monotone guy,” so unimaginative that, when he learns he has a brain tumor, the bucket list he writes down is dull enough that “even the cat looked disgusted with me.” Luckily—or maybe not—a friendly devil, dubbed Aloha, pops onto the scene, and he’s willing to make a deal: an extra day of life in exchange for being allowed to remove something pleasant from the world. The first thing excised is phones, which goes well enough. (The narrator is pleasantly surprised to find that “people seemed to have no problem finding something to fill up their free time.”) But deals with the devil do have a way of getting complicated. This leads to shallow musings (“Sometimes, when you rewatch a film after not having seen it for a long time, it makes a totally different impression on you than it did the first time you saw it. Of course, the movie hasn’t changed; it’s you who’s changed") written in prose so awkward, it’s possibly satire (“Tears dripped down onto the letter like warm, salty drops of rain”). Even the postman’s beloved cat, who gains the power of speech, ends up being prim and annoying. The narrator ponders feelings about a lost love, his late mother, and his estranged father in a way that some readers might find moving at times. But for many, whatever made this book a bestseller in Japan is going to be lost in translation.

Jonathan Livingston Kitty, it’s not.

Pub Date: March 12, 2019

ISBN: 978-1-250-29405-0

Page Count: 176

Publisher: Flatiron Books

Review Posted Online: Feb. 16, 2019

Kirkus Reviews Issue: March 1, 2019

Categories:

LITERARY FICTION

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THE SECRET HISTORY

by Donna Tartt ‧ RELEASE DATE: Sept. 16, 1992

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The Brat Pack meets The Bacchae in this precious, way-too-long, and utterly unsuspenseful town-and-gown murder tale. A bunch of ever-so-mandarin college kids in a small Vermont school are the eager epigones of an aloof classics professor, and in their exclusivity and snobbishness and eagerness to please their teacher, they are moved to try to enact Dionysian frenzies in the woods. During the only one that actually comes off, a local farmer happens upon them—and they kill him. But the death isn't ruled a murder—and might never have been if one of the gang—a cadging sybarite named Bunny Corcoran—hadn't shown signs of cracking under the secret's weight. And so he too is dispatched. The narrator, a blank-slate Californian named Richard Pepen chronicles the coverup. But if you're thinking remorse-drama, conscience masque, or even semi-trashy who'll-break-first? page-turner, forget it: This is a straight gee-whiz, first-to-have-ever-noticed college novel—"Hampden College, as a body, was always strangely prone to hysteria. Whether from isolation, malice, or simple boredom, people there were far more credulous and excitable than educated people are generally thought to be, and this hermetic, overheated atmosphere made it a thriving black petri dish of melodrama and distortion." First-novelist Tartt goes muzzy when she has to describe human confrontations (the murder, or sex, or even the ping-ponging of fear), and is much more comfortable in transcribing aimless dorm-room paranoia or the TV shows that the malefactors anesthetize themselves with as fate ticks down. By telegraphing the murders, Tartt wants us to be continually horrified at these kids—while inviting us to semi-enjoy their manneristic fetishes and refined tastes. This ersatz-Fitzgerald mix of moralizing and mirror-looking (Jay McInerney shook and poured the shaker first) is very 80's—and in Tartt's strenuous version already seems dated, formulaic. Les Nerds du Mal—and about as deep (if not nearly as involving) as a TV movie.