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Philip Roth: Portnoy's Complaint. (Vintage)
A seminal work. In more ways than one.
Alice Miller: The Body Never Lies: The Lingering Effects of Cruel Parenting
I have suffered through endless therapy sessions, support groups, and self-help books which proclaim the abused must forgive their oppressors in order to find peace. Alice Miller calls bullshit on this quatsch, and shows that victims make better progress if they do NOT forgive their abusers. I concur.
Robert Whiting: You Gotta Have WA (Vintage Departures)
Prospective expats often ask me for tips on doing business in Japan. This book, which tells the story of American baseball players recruited to Japanese clubs in the eighties, proved the single most useful guide to how a Japanese organisation works. Richard Whiting is a sportswriter who has spent most of his career in Japan, and carved a niche for himself explaining the curiosities of Japanese team sports. Check out his most famous work, The Chrysanthemum and the Bat.
Chad Kultgen: Average American Male: A Novel
Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus. Drop me off on Mars, OK?
Michael Heyward: The Ern Malley Affair
This is so post-modern, it makes your head spin. In 1940s Australia, two would-be poets Harold Stewart and James McAuley grew tired of rejections from avant-garde literary journals. As a lark, the two composed what they thought was were silly parodies of the prevailing modernist school, and submitted them under an assumed name to Angry Penguins, a new journal published by the Adelaide dandy Max Harris. Harris said they were brilliant. The (real) authors revealed that the poems were frauds. Or were they still brilliant, even if the poets responsible never intended them to be? A fascinating artistic morality tale, which still stirs arguments in Australian academic circles.
Gore Vidal: Myra Breckinridge & Myron
Today, Vidal concentrates on scathing essays and scandalous memoir. But you'll find his best work in his early satires. Myra Breckenridge tells the story of a ball-busting post-op transexual woman who wreaks revenge on the millieu of B-list celebs and wannabes who spurned her as a man. This short book carries not an ounce of fat; every word packs a punch. It is, without doubt, his masterpiece. The sequel, Myron, runs longer, and is just a little too aware of its own cleverness. Irritated at a Supreme Court decision on censorship, Vidal replaces each of the proscribed nine dirty words with the names of the Justices themselves. Oddly, the judges all seem to sport names which suit the purpose. I am especially fond of the name for a vulgarity which refers to the female genitalia; Justice Whizzer White.
Dana Thomas: Deluxe: How Luxury Lost Its Luster
A staggeringly well-written book from a former Washington Post fashion correspondent. The many hundreds of billions of dollars which passes through the hands of the luxury goods industry has not trickled-down to the people who actually do the work. Once proud brands tarnish their reputations by badge-engineering. A merciless expose of luxury marketing, but one which respects the artisanal ideals which spawned the industry in the first place.
Japan Travel Bureau: Japan in Your Pocket: "Salaryman" in Japan No. 8 (Eibun Nihon Etoki Jiten)
Perhaps the funniest book on Japanese culture ever written. And it's meant to be serious. Did you know that the highest ranking executive gets the safest seat in a taxi? I didn't, until this book explained all those silly details of business etiquette. Special section on how to curse your bucho.
Bruno Schulz: The Street of Crocodiles and Other Stories (Penguin Classics)
Magic realism at its best. Also seek out his Sanatorium under the Sign of the Hourglass.
Mark Leyner: My Cousin, My Gastroenterologist
Dali once described surrealism as the chance meeting of a fish and an anvil on an ironing board. As a modern surrealist, Leyner provides plenty of anvils, but the fish are somehow missing. A dozen eskimos in bowler hats have just rung the doorbell, and I must get my llama to make them hot fudge sundaes. Do I make myself clear?
Muriel Spark: The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie
The relationship between a gifted student and a truly inspiring teacher is an intimate one. So intimate, the student and teacher can resemble two lovers, with their intrigues, passions, and potential for betrayal. Spark's cool, detatched style is at odds with the simmering emotion that runs through this tale of adolescent self-discovery. It makes her story all the more heartbreaking. A masterpiece.
Nick Flynn: Another Bullshit Night in Suck City: A Memoir
What effect does it have on your soul, if you're working in a homeless shelter, and your dad checks in? And you have to throw him out for bad behaviour? A gut-wrenching tale of family dysfunction, emotional torture, and (yes) vanity. Flynn is a poet, and he tells his tale in a way that's morbidly beautiful.
Mary Karr: The Liars Club
Like Nick Flynn, another poet tells her tale of childhood neglect and abuse. The portrait she paints of her star-crossed parents, held together by lust and divided my tragedy, will bring you to tears.
P.J. O'Rourke: Republican Party Reptile
O' Rourke says he's a Republican, but he appears on NPR. A (political) party animal. His viewpoints, in large measure, suck. But I bet he mixes a mean Gimlet.
Mrs. Dorothy Parker: The Portable Dorothy Parker (Viking portable library)
She's a total bitch. But you knew that.
Peter C. Whybrow: American Mania: When Too Much Is Not Enough
How being a nation of immigrants messes with American heads (and waists). Incredibly insightful.
Tony Hendra: The 80s: A Look Back at the Tumultuous Decade 1980-1989
This book was written in 1978, as a joke. It is read, in 2009, as an historical document.
Herodotus: The Histories (Oxford World's Classics)
Herodotus was the Perez Hilton of Ancient Greece. No gossipy detail misses his evil eye. Pericles? Don't get him started...
ooooo. vair vair nice.
The old headbang fascination with tits and all things associated ie brassieres.
Vair tasteful.
Posted by: Arizaphale | Wednesday, 21 January 2009 at 12:00 AM
I would love to see the whole tat....lol....very nice....Happy WW
Posted by: My expressions LIVE | Wednesday, 21 January 2009 at 12:00 AM
A little lower next time to bag those ass-antlers, OK?
Posted by: ian in hamburg | Wednesday, 21 January 2009 at 12:00 AM
I just found you today and wish it had been a lot sooner. I sampled some of your back entries--a delightfully wild ride--and will most certainly be back.
Posted by: Will | Wednesday, 21 January 2009 at 12:00 AM
@ Will. Don't be a stranger.
@ Ian. I had to look that up, you know.
@ Azp. Merci.
Posted by: headbang8 | Wednesday, 21 January 2009 at 12:00 AM
Ass-antlers is actually from the German, where I'd heard it first. I think the Americans call it a tramp stamp. :-)
Posted by: ian in hamburg | Wednesday, 21 January 2009 at 12:00 AM
I always just thought of them as a target. I mean, they may as well be a bull's eye.
Posted by: cliff1976 | Thursday, 22 January 2009 at 12:00 AM
That's a great one!
Posted by: Not Afraid to Use It | Thursday, 22 January 2009 at 12:00 AM
Cliff,
Not quite sure I understand your comment, anatomically.
But then again, we sit on opposite sides of the church.
Yours Curiously,
HB8
Posted by: headbang8 | Thursday, 22 January 2009 at 12:00 AM
Nice picture, but I'm curious about your method - did you ask this person before taking the shot, or was it a stealth operation?
Posted by: Mark Reynolds | Thursday, 22 January 2009 at 12:00 AM
You raise an important question, Mark. And it's one that troubles me, since some of my most treasured photos are pictures of random people off the street. I give it a lot of thought before using any pic.
Generally, if the pic cannot be identified by name, and it is not overtly insulting to the subject (even if I make a joke), I have little hesitation to use it.
Privacy is one thing, but when you walk out in public, well, you're in public.
This is especially so when the subject has smiled, or posed for the camera.
You'll notice in one or two of the Oktoberfest photos from Gay Day, I took some pains to caption photos to ensure I didn't imply that the subjects were gay.
(Except for the two guys tongue-snogging. That was fair!)
Pics of kids are different. I am reluctant to use them, though I've made one or two exceptions.
I took this shot stealthily. I considered sharing it with the lady afterward, but felt that she'd think my motives were something other than artistic.
I'd be pleased to hear the opinions of others on this subject. With the explosion of photos on the internet, the potential for harm is great. But it would be sad if we couldn't post a picture of a face.
Posted by: headbang8 | Thursday, 22 January 2009 at 12:00 AM
You're perfectly correct - if you're on the street, you're fair game (within your limits of being nice to them). I was wondering more about the mechanics of how you took the picture. My camera's too slow to catch shots like this: I'd have to stalk them for a while to get a good shot (not to mention, I'm reluctant to try, because I'd hate to be confronted by someone who didn't want their picture taken).
That said, while I'm apparently paralyzed by the reactions of strangers, I post pictures of my friends without their permission all the time, some of whom aren't even aware that I have a blog. Some of those shots have been from inside their homes or mine, so there's certainly no expectation of privacy. Now that I think of it, that's kind of jerky of me. I just count on their good natures/ignorance of my activities to escape being sued...
Posted by: Mark Reynolds | Thursday, 22 January 2009 at 12:00 AM
Mark,
My camera's much too slow to catch the good shots. But this lady was standing still watching the Eisbach surfers, so I could allow the camera enough time to focus.
It's just a normal Panasonic Lumix, small enough to carry around all the time. It does have a decent zoom, though, which helps, but seems to compromise the autofocus.
I dream, one day, of a digital SLR!
Posted by: headbang8 | Friday, 23 January 2009 at 12:00 AM
You notice the most interesting details!
Posted by: Diane Mandy | Monday, 26 January 2009 at 12:00 AM
Hey man, apparently I am too thick to find your actual email, but I wanted to give you a heads up to my travel post from today. I have the feeling you know exactly of which I speak. I'd love to hear your thoughts and a tip or two.
Posted by: Not Afraid to Use It | Thursday, 29 January 2009 at 12:00 AM
Five layers... nice.
Posted by: Jeaux | Monday, 02 February 2009 at 12:00 AM
HB8 when are you gracing our screens again? SSGx
Posted by: SSG | Tuesday, 17 February 2009 at 12:00 AM
Dunno, SSG. Right now, I'm busier than a carrot in aconvent...
Posted by: headbang8 | Tuesday, 17 February 2009 at 12:00 AM
Heheheh I'll have to remember that one.
Posted by: ian in hamburg | Monday, 23 February 2009 at 12:00 AM
ok no worries HB8, will keep a-checking back. A carrot in a convent... lol
Posted by: SSG | Tuesday, 24 February 2009 at 12:00 AM
Testing your comments
Posted by: A Free Man | Monday, 09 March 2009 at 07:58 AM
Where are you?
Posted by: Diane Mandy | Monday, 16 March 2009 at 10:45 PM
Around--and not far away, Diane.
BTW will you be in Barcelona April 2nd-5th?
Posted by: headbang8 | Tuesday, 17 March 2009 at 01:42 PM