Is That A Masterpiece Or What? Oh, Give Me A Fucking Break! It's definitely a
what, right? The great thing about growing up is you stop caring about what is admired and respected by those you admire and respect and settle down to liking what you actually like. I can remember studying and pretending to love, for instance, the films of Eisenstein; Syberberg or Jean-Marie Straub and Danielle Huillet; the writings of Kierkegaard, Proust, Musil, Robbe-Grillet or Michel Butor; the artworks of Joseph Beuys, Frank Stella or Morris Louis; the music of Ligeti, Stockhausen, Xenakis or Luigi Nono. Now, I admit I think they're all quite boring. All lies; damned
lies! And yet...and yet I think this article by
Tom Utley is thoroughly philistine and brutal. Still: could it be that we all fake it to some extent? When we're young, at least? Have you ever lied about your taste? Are you ashamed?
posted by MiguelCardoso
on Sep 11, 2003 -
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What Happened To My Woodcock? Much as I love reading Mary Killen's etiquette column in
The Spectator, it has to be said it's becoming more and more exotic and self-consciously ridiculous. But that's nothing compared to the success of
This England magazine, Britain's best-selling quarterly, complete with a crusty, pastoral
editor's letter (Yes, Amanda, it was published in 2002) and a reactionary, anti-EU
petition. Add magazines like
Country Life and
The Lady,
Countryman or
The Field, and the old question once again arises: will there still always be an England or will it just become more and more parochial and eventually go undercover? Or just disappear?
posted by MiguelCardoso
on Dec 6, 2002 -
17 comments
