Even as it creates a fantastical story bringing art into everyday life via a quantum human evolutionary leap, ART GIRLS memorializes the vast raw urban spaces that made Berlin the destination for artists the world over.
FUG YOU reads like a nonfiction outtake from Thomas Pynchon's V. The tales Sanders tells, bizarre but true, are buttressed by illustrations and citations from a mammoth archive he compiled through the years.
Critics are cultural historians of a sort, trying to tie the present to the past. Audiences, however, apparently don't give a rip. Or, at least, the audience that seem to matter most now, people in their 30s or younger.
Over the last thirty years of his life, Salinger -- or Jerry, as his closest intimates called him -- exchanged hundreds of letters with me, a correspondence which both of us found profoundly nourishing to our souls.
"Inherent Vice not only reminds us how rooted Mr. Pynchon's authorial vision is in the '60s and '70s," writes Kakutani, "but it also demystifies his work, underscoring the similarities that his narratives share."