Tag Archive: Oscar Wilde


MORRISSEY ON SUCCESS AND SELF TORMENT

MORRISSEY AUTOBIOGRAPHY (Penguìn books, 2013)

"There is no self-discovery in a safe life"

mozzaSteven Patrick Morrissey has, to some extent, always courted equal measures of praise and ridicule. The mean-spirited criticism by the NME and other hacks within the music press was less evident while The Smiths were still together mainly because only those with cloth ears would have dared criticise the band’s four magnificent studio albums and peerless run of singles.

As a solo artist, however,  he has become fair game for the haters so he is not exaggerating too much when he complains that “all I ever read about myself is one of intolerable egocentricity and dramatized depression”.

Carole Cadwalladr’s ridiculous Guardian article (‘Morrissey, You’re A Fraud’) exemplifies the kind of feeble-minded reporting he tends to generate these days. Cadwalladr effectively blames him for all the ills of modern Britain and writes that “he is the very definition of old news”.  If this were true, character assassinations like hers would be rejected as irrelevant but the reality, as she well knows, is that the man remains newsworthy and, moreover, is still greeted with adulation from millions of fans.

Of course, for someone with such a well-developed martyr complex, Morrissey sets himself up to be knocked down.

Morrissey’s outspoken opinions have always been designed to grab headlines and ruffle feathers so he rarely troubles to use temperate language. Likening the treatment of animals to child abuse and their slaughter for food to the holocaust is deliberate exaggeration for effect. The mass media are only too happy to rise to the bait presenting these statements with fake outrage while attracting a sizeable readership in the process.

Just one of Morrissey’s excellent solo albums.

One might argue, with some justification, that his best work is behind him but too many are quick dismiss all Morrissey’s post-Smiths work as second-rate. This judgement is one of blind (deaf?) prejudice which ignores the consistently high quality of his song writing. Morrissey acknowledges that Kill Uncle (“recording something for the sake of recording”) was a mistake but his evident pride in fine albums like Vauxhall & I, Your Arsenal and You Are The Quarry is wholly merited.

There is a rush to dismiss his autobiography in the same terms that I went out of my way to avoid reading any reviews or spoilers before reading and I think long time fans or foes should make up their own minds before being so hasty in their criticism. Continue reading

john sims 137 If Oscar Wilde had worked at a job centre, I feel sure he would

have given sound advice to those seeking gainful employment.

 He would have reminded clients that:

“there is something tragic about the enormous number of

young men there are in England at the present moment who

start life with perfect profiles, and end by adopting some

useful profession”.

[Images from King Vidor’s The Crowd]

THE AVENGERS directed by Joss Whedon (USA, 2011)

I remember when I first saw James Cameron’s Terminator 2:Judgement Day  in 1991 I came out of the cinema thinking that there’s no way this can be topped for audacious effects and technical innovation. Obviously, I was wrong,  as a spate of movies since, not least Cameron’s Titanic and Avator have pushed the boundaries still further.

This is not to say movies have got better but they are certainly met audience’s insatiable demand for spectacles.

Joss Whedon’s The Avengers can be added to this lIst and after this two-hour  experience I felt like I’d been pummelled by Thor’s hammer or been roughed up by Hulk (and I didn’t even see it in 3D!).

As Oscar Wilde once wisely observed, “nothing succeeds like excess” and having a squad of superheroes is a bit like having a soccer team full of Messi clones.

The end result  is overwhelming but effective as they manage to save the planet once again.

It’s fun, fast and quite absurd but pushes all the buttons as a pure entertainment package albeit one that could be enjoyed with the brain on standby. Continue reading

THE BEDROOM SECRETS OF THE MASTER CHEFS a novel by Irvine Welsh (2006)

212534Irvine Welsh is destined to be forever introduced as ‘the author of Trainspotting’.

He has been fairly prolific since he burst on the literary scene so memorably in 1993 but none of his novels or short story collections have captured the public imagination like his audacious and inspired debut.

To date his career mirrors that of Orson Welles in that he started at the top and has been steadily working his way downhill ever since.

‘The Bedroom Secrets of the Master Chefs’ is his sixth full length novel and ,confusingly, neither of its main two characters are chefs. Danny Skinner and Brian Kibby are both twenty something employees of Edinburgh’s Environmental Health Department and thus responsible for ensuring that correct hygiene standards of the city’s restaurants are maintained.

The title is the same as a book within a book by an unsavoury celebrity chef named Alan De Fretais, a work that Skinner unreservedly judges “the biggest pile of bullshit imaginable”.   His harsh judgement Is supported by the brief extracts we are presented with. One of these reads: “I have long held  the belief that the only pleasure to rival making love is the eating of good food. The twin arenas of the true sensualist must, by extension, be the bedroom and the kitchen, and such a person must strive to be a master of both environments”. 

You might expect from this that Welsh would play more on this food-sex equation but he is more preoccupied with booze (or in the Scottish vernacular ‘peeve’) and bonking.

Drawing together these twin themes, Skinner notes that “being off the peeve makes you much better at shagging” but this insight doesn’t convert him a life of sobriety. While Skinner pursues an insatiable quest for erotic enlightenment, bars always seem to get in the way.

With the exception of  brief excursions to Ibiza and San Francisco the novel’s key events are set in the “cold”, “dark” city of Edinburgh where Skinner finds “perfect conditions for hours of self-destructive heavy drinking”. Continue reading

MODERATION IS A FATAL THING

Joanna Newsom certainly knows how to create a buzz.

Love her or hate her (and I’m totally with the former) she is impossible to ignore. Like Marmite, it’s impossible to remain neutral on the issue.

Her last album, the magnificent Ys from 2006, drew massive attention through its originality, complexity and duration.

‘Folk’ artists just don’t make records like this and now, as if to up the ante, she has just gone and released a triple album – ‘Have One On Me’ – whose 18 songs have a total playing time of an immense 2 hours and 4 minutes.

Ms Newsom once again acts in accordance with Oscar Wilde’s famous aphorism that : “Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess” .

Snap judgements as to whether it is up the same high standard set by Ys should be treated with a pinch of salt not because they can’t be true, but simply because it is impossible to digest such a vast collection of songs immediately; hers are records to live with and dip into rather than consume whole.

On first listening I picked the tracks Esme and California  for their sheer gorgeousness but I fully expect these favourites to change with each listening.

Amazingly, Joanna Newsom is still only 28 and heaven knows where she’ll go for here. Even if she never makes another record, she’s already produced a rich body of work to last for years to come.