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WEIRD LIKE US

MY BOHEMIAN AMERICA

New York Times critic Powers’s giddy tribute to the giddy impulses of bohemia manages to strip the counterculture of its allure through repetitious anecdotes and muddled moralizing. Ah, la vie Bohäme. Even if the quaint cafÇs and galleries that used to foster it have passed into history and opera, its liberating impulses are still to be found in the alternative families, the freedom from sexual hypocrisy, the flourishing drug culture, and the joys of recycling. Or so you might gather from Powers’s ode to the thrills of fin-de-siäcle bohemianism. Sadly, three problems sink her call to celebration. The most obvious is internal contradictions. Powers lambastes consumerism and extols the benefits of alternative economies, yet she paradoxically praises that same consumerist impulse when it is concentrated on kitsch. Though ostensibly aware of her privileged middle-class upbringing, she drops in some offensive howlers that reveal the slumming impulse behind her well-financed jaunt into the cultural underground, such as her condescending joy in low-paying jobs that allow her to mix with “real people——that is, poor people. A second problem concerns Powers’s misconception of her audience. A book circle of religious fundamentalists would find much material for debate here, but most of Powers’s arguments on behalf of contemporary bohemia are bound to seem unnecessary to the target audience her title identifies. Her constant defensiveness combines with her confusion about just how confused she is, producing a fatal third problem: the numbing ennui of her hip, overloud catalog of up-to-the-minute fleshpots. Despite the occasional delicious turn of phrase, her bohemia is finally as sterile as an unopened Band-Aid. Powers’s final chapter, appropriately enough, describes her justifications for selling out and becoming a yuppie. Despite the Spice Girl lollipops that she claims keep her spirit free, she doesn—t notice that Scary Spice resides in the malls of suburbia, not bohemia.

Pub Date: Feb. 1, 2000

ISBN: 0-684-83808-7

Page Count: 288

Publisher: Simon & Schuster

Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Dec. 15, 1999

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A PEOPLE'S HISTORY OF THE UNITED STATES

For Howard Zinn, long-time civil rights and anti-war activist, history and ideology have a lot in common. Since he thinks that everything is in someone's interest, the historian—Zinn posits—has to figure out whose interests he or she is defining/defending/reconstructing (hence one of his previous books, The Politics of History). Zinn has no doubts about where he stands in this "people's history": "it is a history disrespectful of governments and respectful of people's movements of resistance." So what we get here, instead of the usual survey of wars, presidents, and institutions, is a survey of the usual rebellions, strikes, and protest movements. Zinn starts out by depicting the arrival of Columbus in North America from the standpoint of the Indians (which amounts to their standpoint as constructed from the observations of the Europeans); and, after easily establishing the cultural disharmony that ensued, he goes on to the importation of slaves into the colonies. Add the laborers and indentured servants that followed, plus women and later immigrants, and you have Zinn's amorphous constituency. To hear Zinn tell it, all anyone did in America at any time was to oppress or be oppressed; and so he obscures as much as his hated mainstream historical foes do—only in Zinn's case there is that absurd presumption that virtually everything that came to pass was the work of ruling-class planning: this amounts to one great indictment for conspiracy. Despite surface similarities, this is not a social history, since we get no sense of the fabric of life. Instead of negating the one-sided histories he detests, Zinn has merely reversed the image; the distortion remains.

Pub Date: Jan. 1, 1979

ISBN: 0061965588

Page Count: 772

Publisher: Harper & Row

Review Posted Online: May 26, 2012

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Jan. 1, 1979

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WHEN BREATH BECOMES AIR

A moving meditation on mortality by a gifted writer whose dual perspectives of physician and patient provide a singular...

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A neurosurgeon with a passion for literature tragically finds his perfect subject after his diagnosis of terminal lung cancer.

Writing isn’t brain surgery, but it’s rare when someone adept at the latter is also so accomplished at the former. Searching for meaning and purpose in his life, Kalanithi pursued a doctorate in literature and had felt certain that he wouldn’t enter the field of medicine, in which his father and other members of his family excelled. “But I couldn’t let go of the question,” he writes, after realizing that his goals “didn’t quite fit in an English department.” “Where did biology, morality, literature and philosophy intersect?” So he decided to set aside his doctoral dissertation and belatedly prepare for medical school, which “would allow me a chance to find answers that are not in books, to find a different sort of sublime, to forge relationships with the suffering, and to keep following the question of what makes human life meaningful, even in the face of death and decay.” The author’s empathy undoubtedly made him an exceptional doctor, and the precision of his prose—as well as the moral purpose underscoring it—suggests that he could have written a good book on any subject he chose. Part of what makes this book so essential is the fact that it was written under a death sentence following the diagnosis that upended his life, just as he was preparing to end his residency and attract offers at the top of his profession. Kalanithi learned he might have 10 years to live or perhaps five. Should he return to neurosurgery (he could and did), or should he write (he also did)? Should he and his wife have a baby? They did, eight months before he died, which was less than two years after the original diagnosis. “The fact of death is unsettling,” he understates. “Yet there is no other way to live.”

A moving meditation on mortality by a gifted writer whose dual perspectives of physician and patient provide a singular clarity.

Pub Date: Jan. 19, 2016

ISBN: 978-0-8129-8840-6

Page Count: 248

Publisher: Random House

Review Posted Online: Sept. 29, 2015

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Oct. 15, 2015

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