BOOKS
The Will to Criticism
by Lamont Shadowski de Bom Bom
This is a trenchant manifesto by the brilliant expatriate Roumanian literary critic, Lamont Shadowski De Bom Bom. * Although the writing is superb, it seems as if the book were written in some passages by two men – the one, such a critic as Mr. Shadowski De Bom Bom’s other, earlier work has given us to expect; the other, a raving romantic subject to almost impenetrable morasses of formless and fuzzy verbiage.
Compare his rigorous and authoritative analysis of Mein Kampf with this disturbing surd of solipsistic obfuscation: “…so that finally, the poem is a concreventional tension, a heaving together whose magnetic radiance, wider and brighter than God himself, must, if we are to call ourselves “men,” transform a common factory into, quite simply, a mosque, which…”
Clearly, this is nonsense, and it is disappointing to see so astute an observer of literary fashion as the missing Roumanian so give himself over to this dreadfully appalling anti-criticism.
(See p. 4, col. 1) |
RECORDS WITH NARDIS
Reds Taking Over Record Industry?
In this week’s batch of records from all over the world, I found an Lp titled Slow Boat to China by the late legendary tenor saxophonist Chu Berry. And there is a story behind this one, folks: as the legend goes, the recording was made somewhere in the Midwest in the late ‘30s, but no record of the date has survived. Now, all of a sudden, here are the tunes which have since become one of the greatest legends in all jazz.
The tapes, originally recorded on a Sears-Roebuck home wire recorder, were found last month by a group of laborers in an excavation somewhere in Nebraska and turned over to the late saxophonist’s brother, F. Manley Berry, who brought them out on his own label, Hima Laya. The LP is now selling like hotcakes all over the nation.
The trouble is, the deal – all of it – looks pretty fishy to the observer. I intend to get to the bottom of it, no mater how many pink toes might have to be stepped on. There is really something wrong with this record, and I don’t mean maybe. Watch this column for further news of this latest Red brainwashing attempt.
– Nardis Drake |
LETTERS TO THE EDITOR
Must Stop?
To the Editor:
These sex crimes must stop. Surely God exists and he is plenty mad right now. It’s getting so a respectable girl can’t even take a midnight stroll through the park without getting jumped. What kind of town is this, anyway?
M. Crank
WHAT THEY DON’T KNOW ABOUT SMILEY
Cletus “Smiley” Hewitt calls himself the “siding salesman with a difference.” In addition to his regular con activities, Hewitt, unbeknownst to his superiors, is a ranking member of the Cartels of International Jerry (CLJ) and a master saboteur in the employ of evil genius Fu Man Chu.
IRONIC PICKUP
Reader Marvin Snelling was born in Alcoa, Oklahoma, during the dork panic of 1936. Anodized at birth and educated in public schools in his native Alcoa, he majored in motor-bike at Hubcap A & M, Hub New Mexico.
Always a great kidder, Marvin was a frequent contributor to Spokes, the campus literary magazine.
Marvin is now a pickup truck in Ishpeming Mich. |