BOOKS
Do you care if you never read another word about the goddamned Rolling Stones? Or at least, about that stupid uneventful tour they took last summer where nobody even got killed? I don’t; I’ve read Richard Elman in Oui and Craig Karpel’s technical treatise in Penthouse and Robert Greenfield’s toadyings in Rolling Stone and Truman Capote’s Warhol-cassette burble reminiscences also in Stone and my own solemn Exile re-review and sociological analysis of a concert I didn’t even see in CREEM and Terry Southern’s pathetic zonkogroovywowsville comicstrip press-release in Saturday Review and probably a whole lot of other stupid crap I can’t even remember now and you, know what?
BOOKS
UPTIGHT WITH THE STONES
By Richard Elman
(Scribners)
Do you care if you never read another word about the goddamned Rolling Stones? Or at least, about that stupid uneventful tour they took last summer where nobody even got killed? I don’t; I’ve read Richard Elman in Oui and Craig Karpel’s technical treatise in Penthouse and Robert Greenfield’s toadyings in Rolling Stone and Truman Capote’s Warhol-cassette burble reminiscences also in Stone and my own solemn Exile re-review and sociological analysis of a concert I didn’t even see in CREEM and Terry Southern’s pathetic zonkogroovywowsville comicstrip pressrelease in Saturday Review and probably a whole lot of other stupid crap I can’t even remember now and you, know what? None of ’em was worth a damn. Because not a one really told me anything worth .knowing about the Stones or their tour. Which maybe suggests that it was a boring non-event not worth knowing about. Or perhaps it’s just that the Stones are boring people in the first place, and we really shouldn’t expect them to be anything more than the dumb blueslickers and effete social climbers they always were.