I’m still in the middle of my review of the movie adaptation of Pride and Prejudice–I liked it–and preparing to head out of town on Friday, so this is looking like a lightweight week of posting for me. There is, however, some fine writing elsewhere:
Dance critic Joan Acocella writes beautifully about two eccentric soloists/choreographers.
Armond White, one of the few prominent black film critics around, smacks down a new biography of Lincoln Perry, the actor better known as “Stepin Fetchit.” White’s a brawler and, predictably, his essay has caused a shitstorm of comments from readers. For a somewhat less combative reading of the book, try Claudia Roth Pierpont’s essay. For some context on Perry’s troubled career, start here. For a take on Fetchit, minstrelsy, and blackface that’s fictional but, in its own way, just as caustic as White’s, try Spike Lee’s Bamboozled.
Jazz critic Tom Piazza explains what New Orleans means to us all. I’m going to hear him read tonight at the World’s Best Bookstore. You come, too.
Douglas Wolk loves Winsor McCay’s Little Nemo in Slumberland. (Warning: it’s Salon, so there’s a click-through ad.)
That is all.