Me gusta mucho Sinclair. No hay palmadas en la espalda. Es todo como taan Incluso, hasta un poco Page-for-page contender in category of sheer prose pleasure. Aug 10, Paul M.
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Cooper rated it liked it. Since making his name with the essay collection Lights Out for the Territory , Iain Sinclair has pushed the boundaries of modern writing from one extreme to the other. Whether it's walking counter-clockwise around the M25 'to see where it leads', or repeatedly trying to infiltrate the London Olympic Park in the run-up to the games, he's an explorer as much as a writer, unravelling as he walks, peeling away history and literature as they settle in layers on every place he encounters.
In the Since making his name with the essay collection Lights Out for the Territory , Iain Sinclair has pushed the boundaries of modern writing from one extreme to the other. In the time since selling his hand-written poetry collections on the streets of Hackney, Sinclair has carved himself a niche as one of Britain's best-loved counter-cultural figures. Every book he has written over the last 16 years has been a work to admire. This is why it's such a shame that his latest hotly-anticipated book, American Smoke, is just that: smoke. The book follows the lives of the American Beats, seeking to walk in their footsteps across the great continent and link their paths together across the "tribal and connected" American cultural scene of the s and beyond.
There are no dates, though.
Pilgrimage to the land of the beats: American Smoke – Journeys to the End of the Light 1967-2012
Events occurred, or didn't, somewhere in the smoke of time. Everything in American Smoke is relative. They feuded, fought, formed intense friendships, sulked for generations. The result, unfortunately, is a featureless blur of other people's lives, their sad hometowns and washed-out photographs. During the chapter entitled "There's No Home", Sinclair writes about how he wanted to "travel to places where I would be a stranger, without language or backstory", in order to subvert the expectations placed on a writer, but this is the nagging problem at the heart of American Smoke.
Whereas the Hackney laureate can bring the whole texture and history of London to life in a single sentence - the buildings of Spitalfields clustering around the Christ Church like kindling, for instance, or the rose red streets of Hackney - all we get from Sinclair's American experiment are skin-deep descriptions of tired waterfronts and run-down bars.
The book feels rushed.
It feels sprawling and featureless, like the continent itself, and in the end what we find ourselves reading is an account of a man getting lost in a place much larger than he is - truly the only way this story could ever end. Although the book was published in London, it consistently uses American English spelling, which for me spelled either an attempt to engage with the textual culture of the book's subject matter, or an indication of where American Smoke is being most heavily marketed.
This was the overall impression I walked away with: that Iain Sinclair is wandering away from what made - and still very reliably makes - him great. The saddest aspect for me was the occasional self-indulgent tangents Sinclair engages in: an account of his trip down the Thames in a swan pedalo, for instance, or his "kodak-coloured excesses, the not-so-free festivals and stalled revolutions" of the late s.
In each of these moments, it feels as if Sinclair isn't so much writing a book about the Beats, but trying to write himself into the Beats. And in the end, the picture I came away with was this: while the Beats wrote exciting literature and lived wild lives, deep down they were dull, as all self-obsessed people are dull. Sinclair's book never manages to escape that situation.
This is not to say there aren't high points to American Smoke. Each sentence is highly wrought, and each page taken on its own is a fine work of art. The book has some delightful features, too. The hardback edition, for example, has a dust jacket that folds out into a map of the United States, with the Beat-related landmarks tactfully pointed out, and a guide to Jack Kerouac's endless circular journeys around the North American continent, searching for something he would never find.
The dust cover map creates an interesting interplay with the text itself, which is endlessly preoccupied with maps, but in the end winds up encapsulating why the book ultimately fails. The subjects of American Smoke are too big, disparate and myriad - like the smoke particles in an ash cloud. Sinclair is the master of narrow-and-deep, but not broad-and-shallow. This, sadly, is one knotted story he can't untangle by walking. So American Smoke is a failure, if a beautiful one.
By the final page, we feel like we have caught sight of the darlings of the Beat Generation the way we catch sight of Bigfoot: through the mist, or smoke; blurred, and through another person's lens. Dec 05, Doc rated it really liked it. Jan 09, Alana rated it it was ok. If I knew more about Beat writers and the high points of beat writing history, this book may have been more interesting. As I am, and as it is, I read it because I considered it in the category of cultural vegetables.
The author, an Englishman who traveled to various spots around North America and Europe to walk in the footsteps of some Beat writers, has a great knack for description and poetic disassembly. Though I often couldn't figure out where he was, and sometimes even what he was talking If I knew more about Beat writers and the high points of beat writing history, this book may have been more interesting. Though I often couldn't figure out where he was, and sometimes even what he was talking about, I figured that was par for the course reading a book by someone who is so enamored by the Beat style.
Though the book's cover suggests this is a travel memoir, it's not. It is a series of musings and name drops from someone who is deeply in love with a writing style and lifestyle that don't resonate as they once did. The book is the story of an extended road trip by an Englishman in North America, meeting and interviewing his literary heroes, primarily beats.
Gary Snyder is one of my favourite writers and when somebody publishes a book with a chapter about him I read it to see what I can learn. Not much in this case. I think it would be possible to precis the chapter in one or at most two paragraphs. Snyder could probably do it in a few terse stanzas. The book seemed to say more about Sinclair's finding The book is the story of an extended road trip by an Englishman in North America, meeting and interviewing his literary heroes, primarily beats.
The book seemed to say more about Sinclair's finding North America foreign than about the lives or thoughts of the writers.
Since there were a number of chapters devoted to the region I call home and two about the city I've lived in for fifteen years I can say his grasp of factual detail is not to be relied upon. Read the full review by visiting our website: "Sinclair has been known for his interest in psychogeography, and American Smoke exhibits throughout a keen sense of what D.
Aug 10, Rupert Reynolds-maclean rated it liked it. I think I would have lined this a lot more if is read some of Sinclairs books and more Beat writers work beforehand.
It's one of those books I've read that I appreciate but can't say I really liked and I probably would have given up had I not been on holiday with nothing else to read. It has made me more interested in everything he was talking about though and I did like the style on which he wrote it which was fairly different to a lot of other prose. There were some lovely moments in there but I think I would have lined this a lot more if is read some of Sinclairs books and more Beat writers work beforehand.
There were some lovely moments in there but that's about it. His descriptions and observations are interesting, but it is easy to get lost in his spirialing style as he does not indicate any dates, and hops from place to place at seeming random.
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