Now that everybody does what Wolfe did, his early essays smack less of genius. But attention must be paid to this pioneering peek into King Pop's tomb. The most startling thing is how soberly sensible most of the prose now appears, except for the title of the first essay, "Las Vegas (What?) Las Vegas (Can't Hear You! Too Noisy) Las Vegas!!!" which anticipates the far superior Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. Mostly, these articles seem like straightforward introductions to some of the signal figures of the early '60s: hot-rod designer Big Daddy Roth, surf guitarist Dick Dale, teen recording tycoon Phil Spector, Andy Warhol debutante Baby Jane Holzer, the Cassius Clay-era Muhammad Ali. We even glimpse the Beatles in a profile of the yappy DJ Murray the K in "The Fifth Beatle."
The last half of the book focuses more on New York and its denizens' endless combat for social status. The last piece, "The Big League Complex," is like a 1964 warm-up exercise for The Bonfire of the Vanities. --Tim Appelo --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.
“Might well be required reading in courses with names like American studies.” ―Time Magazine
“I'm always rereading Tom Wolfe's The Kandy-Kolored Tangerine-Flake Streamline Baby.” ―David Gates
“Tom Wolfe is a terrific writer.” ―The Washington Monthly
“Wolfe can do things with words and settings that few writers are capable of matching.” ―Tom Walker, The Denver Post
“The man's done the impossible. He--Yes!--understands America!” ―Houston Chronicle
“His eye and ear for detailed observation are incomparable; and observation is to the satirist what bullets are to a gun.” ―The Boston Sunday Globe--This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.