In his dazzling new memoir, Richard Rodriguez reflects on the color brown and the meaning of Hispanics to the life of America today. Rodriguez argues that America has been brown since its inception-since the moment the African and the European met within the Indian eye. But more than simply a book about race, Brown is about America in the broadest sense-a look at what our count...
In his dazzling new memoir, Richard Rodriguez reflects on the color brown and the meaning of Hispanics to the life of America today. Rodriguez argues that America has been brown since its inception-since the moment the African and the European met within the Indian eye. But more than simply a book about race, Brown is about America in the broadest sense-a look at what our country is, full of surprising observations by a writer who is a marvelous stylist as well as a trenchant observer and thinker.
Among the novels, I favored Go Tell It on the Mountain. Most, I loved Baldwin's essays. There was to a Baldwin essay a metropolitan elegance I envied, a refusal of the livid. In Baldwin I found a readiness to rise to prophetic wrath, something like those ministers, and yet, once more, to bend down in tenderness, to call grown men and women "baby” (a whiff of the theater). Watching Baldwin on television-I will always consider the fifties to have been a sophisticated time-fixed for me what being a writer must mean. Arching eyebrows intercepted ironies, parenthetically declared foul of cigarette smoke shot forth ribbons of exactitude. (查看原文)
The gym I attend in San Francisco is the whitest, the most expensive. Men and women read the Wall Street Journal, climb perpetual stairs pursued by grimacing voices
Thump, thump, thump, thump, Stanzas, paragraphs, hours, days, days, nights, days, thump, thum thump
Only Bach is as relentless, as monotonous, as cat's-cradle as hip-hop. Hip-hop is not music, in my estimation (If music resolves) hip-hop does not progress, it revolves, replicates, sticks to the floor. It is not approximate emotion. It is approximate obsession. The "voice," the bard, the oracle, the messenger, the minister of propaganda intricately, saucily rhymes, chugs, foreshortens, sneers, insinuates, retreats. The voice betrays no emotion; has none: this is not rage, but cleverness. Too wise; Too sly. A dictatorsh... (查看原文)
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