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by Jesse Walker

Tuesday, September 28, 2004
I AM IRON MAN: Brian Doherty has written a history of the Burning Man festival, titled
This Is Burning Man. It's a fine book, and I'm not just saying that because Brian's a colleague and a friend. It is, I believe, the most detailed account there is of the annual event. It's also a colorful, entertaining story about a bunch of colorful, entertaining characters, the sort of book that should hold the attention of even those readers who don't really care about Burning Man. It strikes just the right balance between enthusiasm and distance: Like a dissident patriot, Brian loves his subject enough to expose its disappointments and dysfunctions to the light.

Most important, it's a book about bohemian America. When you trace Burning Man's roots and follow its branches, you find secret societies of surrealists spelunking through hidden urban caverns, strange theatrical experiences that began as goofy pranks, utopian dreams of a new society in the desert, dystopian realities of infighting and rivalries and petty hatreds. It's a compelling story, and it resonates far beyond one temporary city in Nevada.

This belongs on the short list of important books about American culture and counterculture, along with Frances FitzGerald's Cities on a Hill, Luc Sante's Low Life, Tom Wolfe's Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test, and Bob Black's Beneath the Underground. I recommend it highly.


posted by Jesse 6:04 PM
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Tuesday, September 21, 2004
ANOTHER MOVIE REVIEW:

The High Sign (Edward Cline, Buster Keaton, 1921): Buster joins a secret society of assassins. A man who walks and dresses like Charlie Chaplin appears, drunk, and starts firing a gun. Someone drops a banana peel, and no one slips on it. (It's 1921, and already they're doing Zen anti-gags.) By the climax, Buster is being chased through a house so filled with booby traps and secret passageways, you'd think you were watching a slapstick remake of Les Vampires. A great movie.


posted by Jesse 7:24 PM
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Monday, September 20, 2004
SELF-PROMOTION: I was in Pittsburgh last week so I never got around to mentioning it, but my most recent
column went up on the Reason site last Wednesday. It's about the 60 Minutes scandal and the real relationship between the new media and the old.

Also, my interview with The Wire's David Simon, originally published in the October Reason, is now online.

Finally: the seventeenth annual edition of The Year's Best Fantasy and Horror, edited by Ellen Datlow, Kelly Link, and Gavin Grant, includes my story "A Short History of the Roosterville Poetry Massacre" in its list of honorable mentions. They spelled my name wrong, but I'm honored anyway. The story itself isn't reprinted in the book; if you want to read it, you'll have to order the anthology Polyphony 3 instead.


posted by Jesse 8:59 PM
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SAYLESMANSHIP: I haven't seen John Sayles' new film Silver City, but I loved A.O. Scott's
pan of it in The New York Times anyway: It summed up what I disliked about Sayles' other big-cast political movies, City of Hope, Lone Star, and Sunshine State. Some high points:

* "Like most of the characters in 'Silver City,' which opens nationwide today, Dickie dwells in a frustrating limbo, an idea uncomfortably trying to behave like a person."

* "I will forgo further plot summary because I don't want to bore you, and because 'Silver City' is itself more plot summary than plot."

* "Every time Mr. Sayles faces a choice between high-minded didacticism and persuasive drama, you can almost hear him tapping the lectern for your full attention. Occasionally, someone will throw a punch, shoot a gun or shed a tear, but mostly they stand around in medium-range shots, engaging in flagrant exposition. As Danny shambles along, asking the wrong questions and getting into trouble with the folks who hired him, you start to feel as if you're watching a very long episode of 'The Rockford Files' written by the staff of The Nation."

Sayles' sole big-cast, portrait-of-a-place movie that worked for me was Limbo, which (a) stopped being a big-cast, portrait-of-a-place movie about midway through, and (b) didn't have any political lessons to impart, which left the writer-director free to think about character and story. My favorite Sayles film is The Secret of Roan Inish, which has a small cast, no didactic political lessons, and an attention to character and dialogue (as opposed to caricature and exposition) that's completely absent from Lone Star et al.

I actually like what Sayles is trying to do in movies like Lone Star and Sunshine State. He's trying to film politically astute portraits of different corners of America, the cinematic equivalent of a sprawling social novel. Maybe if HBO let him do a miniseries, he'd have the space to illustrate his arguments with a story that doesn't feel like a clockwork-powered speechmaking machine.

Or maybe he'd just belabor the point even longer.


posted by Jesse 10:01 AM
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Thursday, September 09, 2004
QUICK ANNOUNCEMENT: Someone has to say it and it might as well be me. The phrase "jumped the shark" has jumped the shark. You may all quit using it now.


posted by Jesse 12:01 AM
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Tuesday, September 07, 2004
SELF-PROMOTION: My new
column for Reason Online concerns the unexpected alliance between Clear Channel and Air America.


posted by Jesse 6:48 PM
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BIRTHDAY(S): I turned 34 on Saturday. R. and I spent a fair amount of the day preparing a party scheduled for Sunday, though we did find time to go to one of our favorite local eateries -- the only really expensive restaurant I've been to in this country where the food is genuinely worth what you pay for it -- as per the instructions of my parents, who sent me a check for my birthday with a card telling us to spend it on a nice dinner. So I got to chow down on lamb and lobster, while Rona had fish stuffed with crab. Not a bad present.

Sunday I cooked some chili and some shu mai, while Rona prepped a pasta salad. These were duly ingested at the party, which differed from our previous shindigs in three ways:

1. We had it in the afternoon instead of the evening.

2. Several people brought their kids.

3. Most of the Washingtonians who told us they were available made the drive up to Baltimore, but not a single Baltimorean came. Ordinarily we're overrun with Baltimore people and are lucky if more than a handful of D.C. dwellers show up.

Where were they? We found out when one of the missing guests called to say she'd only just realized that the party was on Sunday rather than Monday. (We had headlined our invitation "Labor Day/Birthday Party," so her confusion made sense.) R. suggested that she come over anyway and help us finish off the food and beer; when she turned up Monday afternoon, so did three more people who'd made the same mistake.

So in essence, I had a three-day birthday party. And we've got enough leftover alcohol for me to make it a seven-day birthday bender, if I were so inclined. Sadly, now that I'm old enough to afford that much beer, I can no longer conceive of drinking it all.


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