She nodded to his book,... «Admission»
LittleGhost20 мая 2016She nodded to his book, still held open where he had left off, as if he had no wish to waste time finding his place again. “Tell me about Edie,” she said. He lit up. “You know this book? It’s amazing, isn’t it? It’s the first biography I’ve ever read where the narrative form reflects the content.” She frowned. “I don’t know what that means.” “I mean that in this depiction of the sixties, the fragmentation of the experience is mirrored in the use of oral history. You feel as if you’re there, because so many impressions are competing for your attention. No single witness can claim to understand the subject of the biography, but cumulatively you do come to see who she was. I’m fascinated by the entire Factory thing, actually. Warhol — I can’t quite decide if he was utterly talentless or utterly talented. And his passivity. You know, how does someone so resoundingly passive wind up with all of these forceful personalities deferring to him?
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