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'The Naked Martini': Next to Leonard, 'Lights' dim (While Gatsby's Green Light shines)

By Paul Ben-Itzak
Copyright 2011, 2017 Paul Ben-Itzak

Long before the Bolivian soldiers marched through Jay McInerney’s 1984 coke-infused “Bright Lights, Big City,” the demi-Bohemians of John Leonard’s gin-addled “The Naked Martini” stood on the precipice that was 1964, straddling the wall between the space-age bachelor-pad early ’60s and the mind-blowing latter part of the decade, hovering between semi-conciousness and heightened consciousness, the strictures of the ’50s and the freedom of the late ’60s. 1,148 more words

Lit rec #85: "You have friends who actually care about you and speak the language of the inner self. You have avoided them of late" (1984).

At 18, I really did love “Smoke” and his early short stories, and then was stunned by this. BRIGHT LIGHTS, BIG CITY by Jay McInerney. 20 more words

Trusting Your Readers to "Get It": Avoiding the Pitfalls of Too Much Description

Reading is a participation pastime, which is sometimes difficult for writers to remember. Rather than witnessing a visually inflexible world—as with movies, TV, etc.—readers are called on to use their own imagination and understanding of the world to fill in the gaps. 822 more words

Fiction Writing

Why are wine lovers so easy to fool?

Sour Grapes: The Rudy Kurniawan story is now available on Netflix so I’m republishing this thing I wrote for the Spectator back in September. The documentary is well worth seeing. 537 more words

Film And TV

This Is Not for You: A Defense of Second-Person Narration

My name is Hannah, and although I didn’t begin this post writing “your name is Hannah,” I freely admit to (at least sometimes) liking second-person narration. 824 more words

Fiction Writing

Sleeping on Planes & What to Read Between Monuments & Museums: Jay McInerney's Bright, Precious Days

I don’t travel much, because I don’t sleep: why leave the hotel after a sleepless night? But I recently conquered my angst and took my third trip to London,  an “imaginary” city, in that I know it only through literature. 1,257 more words

Summer Reading List

Since tomorrow is the fall equinox, I’m technically not out of time for this summer reading list, though I am not very timely as it relates to practicality. 723 more words