| Several readers, friends of Archipelago, suggest some good
    books: James Wintner
    (Publisher, JHW Editions; Colophon
    Page ; PhotoArts): An understanding of some essential
    America derives, for me, from two literary masterpieces that bookend this
    century: Sinclair Lewiss BABBITT and John Updikes
    Rabbit tetralogy. When I proposed to a discerning French friend that Updike
    was our generations worthy successor to Lewis, she replied swiftly: Isnt
    it obvious: Rabbit/ BabbittBabbitt/ Rabbit? Shortly thereafter, during the
    questions following a reading from his LILIES OF THE FIELD
    (a pale volume in every respect), when I was able to ask Updike whether he
    had intended this homonymic acknowledgment, he said that he had not read BABBITT
    until after writing the second Rabbit novel [RABBIT REDUX].
    He had avoided Lewis, believing him a writer who had only made fun of the
    middle classes. How deeply wrong Updike was (Im sure
    he saw that) in thinking Lewis made fun of Babbitt. Both writers are
    fiercely protective of their poor protagonists and their struggles to make
    their way in a miasma of American hocus-pocus. Both struggle valiantly, and
    unsuccessfully, to rise beyond their fates as mere pawns in a game they do
    not control, and can barely discern the rules of. Perhaps Harry Angstroms
    anguish is the more palpable, for he starts further down the social ladder
    than Babbitt does, and we watch his journey to almost-consciousness through
    several volumes that, more self-consciously than Lewis, explore our
    American century. (But, then, we meet Babbitt at age 46). While Lewis pitied Babbitt, I believe,
    Updike loves Rabbit. Like God: watching and recording, pitying his
    bafflement at being a man; unable to intervene. I feel closer to Harry
    Angstrom than to George Babbitt, but that may be because the symbols that
    control Rabbits life are not very far from my own. It seems to me that Updike identifies
    more with Harry Angstrom than Lewis did with Babbitt. He is also able to be
    more honest about the mysteries of sex, the greatest ineffable. BABBITT
    is Lewiss finest book: he wrote about America through Babbitt. For
    Updike, America is Rabbit: he is the Everyman, the sacrificial son.
    Rabbits is, certainly, a religious journey or vision quest. In every mirror
    he sees himself lacking. He is restless. When he goes up for that lay-up
    that explodes his heart (RABBIT AT REST), its the
    explosion of all that relentless dreaming, Rabbits desire to comprehend and
    master. There is no doubt, Harry Angstrom died for our sins. What we learn from these book are
    variations on the American mythos (our poor replacement for an ethos), as
    the culmination of the end of culture and community and, hopefully, the
    beginning of something new. Yet, its easier to capture the heart of
    Rabbit. When I read the first book I was fairly amazed that a 28-year old
    could understand so much. Though it lacks the polish of the remaining ones
    (the volumes are pretty much separated by ten years, and the energy slacked
    off in RABBIT AT REST), the Rabbit novels are just an
    amazing streak of good writing. And, they are written in iambic pentameter:
    try reading one aloud. Once, unexpectedly, all I had to hand was a copy of RABBIT
    IS RICH. I had just finished reading it; so, I started again and read
    right through, aloud, with equal pleasure. Sinclair Lewis, BABBITT
    (various publishers; first pub. 1929). John Updike, RABBIT
    RUN (Knopf, 1960); RABBIT REDUX
    (Random House, 1970); RABBIT IS RICH
    (Knopf, 1981); RABBIT AT REST (1990;
    all volumes in paper from Ballantine) Michael Rothenberg (Poet and songwriter; publisher, Big
    Bridge Press;  Big Bridge Review): This book is a significant work that tracks down the
    beginnings of song. And to understand the beginnings of song is also to
    understand the beginnings of poetry. The poet and songwriter should find
    this book enlightening. The troubadour, the story teller, song accountings
    of history of the tribe, and the rituals of daily life are encompassed in
    one body: Song/Poem. You dont agree? Okay, dont. But read this book and
    consider the possibilities. C. M. Bowra, PRIMITIVE
    SONG (Cleveland: World Publishing Co., 1962) America is a candy store for music: Blues, Rock &
    Roll, Pop, Rap, Country, Classical, Bluegrass, R& B,
    Jazz, Native American, Gospel, Broadway, Soul, Heavy Metal. You want to eat
    it here, or have it wrapped to go? How did this diversity evolve in such a
    short time from one common soil? AMERICAS MUSIC is a
    big, scholarly book. Its structure is its beauty: small chapters, bite-size
    servings, broken down with each musical movement, so that ingredients can be
    savored and understood to get the big picture. This is the greatest book on
    music I have ever come across, and makes it easy to get an in-depth survey
    of the glorious landscape of music in America. Gilbert Chase, AMERICAS
    MUSIC  From the Pilgrims to the Present (Chicago and Normal:
    University of Illinois Press, 1992) Did you ever think that the best music is the music we
    get to hear on the radio? Sorry to break your heart. The music we get to
    hear is the music the Music Industry wants us to listen to. Though there has
    been reform, the forces of capital, monopoly, mega-entertainment
    conglomerates, have continued to choke spontaneity and experimentation from
    the heart of music-makers. Music changed for America when the entrepreneur
    found out how much money there was in popular music consumption. Drugs,
    payola, you name it and we bought it. And were still buying it. This book
    is 25 years old and still tells it like it is. The names have changed but its the same old game. Take this picture and extrapolate to Music, Books,
    Film, and then you might be ready for the really bad news. Frederic
    Dannen, HIT MEN  (NY: Penguin
    Books, 1975) This is a fascinating book by the percussionist for
    the Grateful Dead, Mickey Hart. It follows the origins of the drum in
    history, through myth, legend, and the personal quest of the author to
    unlock the power of percussion. Great pictures of drums from ancient times
    and faraway places. The first instrument seems to have been two bones
    knocking against each other, a drum. And the first drummer, appears to have
    been the daughter of a Sumerian King. Mickey Hart with Jay Stevens,
    DRUMMING AT THE EDGE OF MAGIC,  Journey into the Sprit
    of Percussion (Harper San Francisco, 1990)Alan Lomax breaks it down. Co-founder, with
    folklorist/father John A. Lomax, of the Archive of American Folk Song at the
    Library of Congress, Alan Lomax takes us on a sensual and moody journey
    through the south in search of the Blues. In books I have suggested so far,
    I have looked at: the origins of song; the evolution of musical forms in the
    history of American culture; the history of a particular instrument, the
    drum, in the traditions of world cultures. Now, in THE LAND
    WHERE THE BLUES BEGAN, we can take a deep look at one musical form
    native to America. The hardships and humor that survive in The Blues, an
    integral part of African American culture, are vividly retold by interview
    and story. We can understand why the Blues transformed mostly all forms of
    American music, from American Classical to Rock & Roll. This story is
    told by a master. Winner of the 1993 National Book Critics Circle
    Award for General Nonfiction. Alan Lomax,  THE
    LAND WHERE THE BLUES BEGAN (NY: Pantheon Books, 1993) Odile Hellier (The Village Voice Bookshop, Paris; by
    phone): One book I loved very much: ADA,
    by Nabokov. What a wonder, the writing! Reading Russian, Im all the time
    tuning into the Russian mind; and, reading him, I see the playfulness of his
    Russian mind translating itself into English. It comes through in the irony,
    the ridiculousness of the world, the distance between the character and what
    happens to him. How he plays: puns in three or five languages: French,
    English, Russian, sometimes German, sometimes Italian  and the
    language of the entomologist, with his complicated, ornamental descriptions
    of plants and insects: a Baroque playfulness, combined with tenderness and a
    totally subversive love. This book is about culture, society of course, with
    an ironical eye on the upper classes of France, England, and America, which
    he knows because that was his milieu. I cannot tell you the pleasure I had
    reading this book, how it stimulates the imagination: it takes you above the
    ground. Vladimir Nabokov, ADA  (US:
    Vintage; UK: Penguin; paperback) Its incredible that Grace Paley would be in Paris
    just now, reading [at the Village Voice] these essays written over the
    years, given the political climate of the last week, the bombing of Kosovo,
    because these essays also dealt with political activities of the past. Shes
    certainly against the bombing, as she was against the war in Vietnam, but
    although she did not speak about Yugoslavia, she understands that it is
    necessary to get rid of evil. Her life as an ecologist, woman, feminist,
    pacifist, an activist in many issues: it is meaningful for me to have her
    here, now. Grace Paley,  JUST AS I THOUGHT 
    (New York: Farrar Straus & Giroux, 1999) Barbara Kingsolvers new book is a quantum leap up
    from her previous novels  the scope, the canvas, the destiny: enormous;
    really wonderful. The book is about the imposition of cultures on other
    cultures. The title says it all: the preacher who carries his guilt with him
    to Africa, to the Congo of Patrice Lumumba. In a small village where the
    people speak Kilonga he wants to baptize the children by immersion, because
    he feels they live in darkness, though the river is filled with crocodiles!
    He speaks about Patajesus, drawing on the Kilongan word for truth;
    but he pronounces it as poisonwood, and so is totally wrong: he
    preaches not that Jesus is truth but poison. This is a real
    novel, of real lives: the preacher, his wife, and their three
    daughters. Five different lives lived with humor and tragedy in moral,
    cultural and political situations; a masterpiece. Barbara
    Kingsolver, THE POISONWOOD BIBLE (US:
    HarperCollins; UK: Faber paperback, 1998) I read a British book which you may want to know
    about, by a man who was in prison and then worked in a slaughterhouse.
    Despite the fact that it was a little bit difficult for me to enter that
    world at first, I found the author is very, very generous with his rather
    picaresque, rather deformed characters. A very generous book, funny at times
    in spite of the very, very, very dark world. Its really a beautiful
    book. Jimmy Boyle,  THE HERO OF THE UNDERWORLD
     
    (UK/US: Serpents Tail, 1999) Jake Lamar is an African-American writer living in
    Paris who is best known for  BOURGEOIS BLUES. His third
    novel,  CLOSE TO THE BONE, is just out. His novels are
    always contemporary and interesting, about the African-American middle class
    which has money and education and goes back and forth between Europe and the
    States. He is a subversive kind of writer. He writes about African-American
    characters, but hes not protecting them at all: he blurs borders,
    frontiers, lines between white and black. He debunks the polarization and,
    though he certainly speaks about racism, undermines it all the time. Racism
    is an issue, but not treated as weve been used to seeing it dealt with in
    novels. This is a new kind of African-American literature. Hes not
    carrying the banner of race, but describing a generation across
    colors. Jake Lamar, CLOSE TO THE BONE (NY:
    Crown Books, 1999)  
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