Tagged with 1970s
Nice Little Girls
Dreams of Significant Girls
This book is weird. It's by an important writer, but it's got a do-nothing cover, a klutzy title and a more typos than usually get past editors. And it's not like it's a small publisher. Simon & Schuster should be able to afford good art and copy editing, right? But also, the novel itself is strangely lightweight. I think Garcia hasn't found her teen audience groove. And maybe Simon & Schuster hasn't found their teen imprint groove yet either.
Third Girl from the Left
This is one of the best literary novels I’ve read in recent memory. I’ve been too mentally fatigued to enjoy much but genre fiction lately. Lucky Third Girl is both an easy and satisfying read. It tells the story of three generations of African-American women: a woman scarred by a 1921 race riot in Tulsa, her daughter who went to Hollywood to be a movie star and instead became a Playboy bunny and blaxploitation bit player in the 1970s, and then her daughter, who aspire to be a filmmaker in present day New York.
The Chelsea was like a doll's house in the Twilight Zone, with a hundred rooms, each a small universe. I wandered the halls seeking its spirits, dead or alive. My adventures were mildly mischievous, tapping open a door slightly ajar and getting a glimpse of Virgil Thomson's grand piano, or loitering before the nameplate of Arthur C. Clarke, hoping he might suddenly emerge. Occasionally I would bump into Gert Schiff, the German scholar, armed with volumes of Picasso, or Viva in Eau Sauvage. Everyone had something to offer and nobody appeared to have any money. Even the successful seemed to have just enough to live like extravagant bums. p.112