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PULPHEAD PDF, EPUB, EBOOK John Jeremiah Sullivan | 369 pages | 26 Oct 2012 | Farrar, Straus & Giroux Inc | 9780374532901 | English | New York, United States BulbHead® The Home of Bright Ideas There is no magic rod that comes down three hundred thousand years ago and divides our essence from the material world that produced us. If we are conscious, as our species seems to have become, then nature is conscious. Nature became conscious in us, perhaps in order to observe itself. It may be holding us out and turning us around like a crab does its eyeball. Whatever the reason, that thing out there, with the black holes and the nebulae and whatnot, is conscious. One cannot look in the mirror and rationally deny this. It experiences love and desire, or thinks it does. The idea is enough to render the Judeo- Christian cosmos sort of quaint. As far as Rafinesque was concerned, it was just hard science. That part is mysterious. Or whatever it is you picture. Forget the Epistles, forget all the bullying stuff that came later. Look at what He said. Read the Jefferson Bible. Or better yet, read The Logia of Yeshua, by Guy Davenport and Benjamin Urrutia, an unadorned translation of all the sayings ascribed to Jesus that modern scholars deem authentic. His breakthrough was the aestheticization of weakness. And salvation. He walked toward us with stalking, cartoonish pugnaciousness. I feel like all anybody talks about with Axl anymore is his strange new appearance, but it is hard to get past the unusual impression he makes. To me he looks like he's wearing an Axl Rose mask. He looks like a man I saw eating by himself at a truck stop in Monteagle, Tennessee, at two o'clock in the morning about twelve years ago. He looks increasingly like the albino reggae legend Yellowman. His mane evokes a gathering of strawberry red intricately braided hempen fibers, the sharply twisted ends of which have been punched, individually, a half inch into his scalp. His chest hair is the color of a new penny. With the wasp-man sunglasses and the braids and the goatee, he reminds one of the monster in Predator, or of that monster's wife on its home planet. When he first came onto the scene, he often looked, in photographs, like a beautiful, slender, redheaded year-old girl. I hope the magazine will run a picture of him from about so the foregoing will seem a slightly less creepy observation and the fundamental spade- called-spade exactitude of it will be laid bare. But if not, I stand by it. Now he has thickened through the middle—muscly thickness, not the lard- ass thickness of some years back. He grabs his package tightly, and his package is huge. Only reporting. Availability Sold out. Star Shower Motion. On Sale. Night Hero Binoculars by Atomic Beam. Desk Call Phone Mount. Air Police Air Purifier. BattleVisor by Atomic Beam - Set of 2. Hurricane Windshield Wizard. Cop Cam by Atomic Beam. Full Moon Lamp. Hurricane Spin Mop. 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The essay on the cave paintings was breathtakingly good, you felt his awe as he entered the caves to see some that were 8, years old. Different races were passing through it, through the cast of his features — black, white, Asian, Indian, the whole transnational slosh that produced the West Indies. You the reader go with the flow as he signs breasts and dances grinds with fans. He is surprised at how much he enjoys a Christian rock festival OK not so much the bands as a bunch of guys he stays with. I made up Marc Livengood a major character in the essay. I made up the trip to Nairobi. Then there was the bit where Bunny Wailer distances himself from the author. There were about 30 of them, doing the military style chanting, as we sat in the Hirshhorn Sculpture garden. One, a former policeman, showed me the scars from his surgeries for the bone disease he had. OK, they might be scamming me, an obvious tourist. A teacher and a policeman! Thank God for the NHS. Feb 19, Elaine rated it really liked it Shelves: John Jeremiah Sullivan can write. Really well. About almost anything. So, already, that makes this compilation of long form essays worth exploring. I was at that Axl Rose show at Hammerstein Ballroom that night he made his come back! But, unlike many Goodreads reviewers, those were not the essays that captivated me the most. I was most fascinated by the essays that featured Sullivan the Southern boy, very localized in a part of the mid-Southeast, and very focused on Southern history and culture that is always already — JUST - beyond our grasp. Unknown Caves introduces us me, at least to an entire world of cave art in the Southeastern US ranging in age from 8, no typos to years old, in other words, pre-Columbian elaborate artifacts of an intensely intricate and incredibly ancient succession of cultures that will always be pretty mysterious because they had no written language. The same for Unknown Bards, about the obscure early roots of blues, about the attempts to understand , to follow, to preserve some year old recordings that glimpse at a culture almost as impossible to reach as the Woodlands cave artists of the Unknown Cave. So too, Mr. Lytle, where Sullivan serves a very particular internship at the feet of a 92 year old Southern writer who knew Penn Warren and had one foot in the Confederacy. I even loved the essay about the barmy genius French-Sicilian polymath naturalist of the 19th century, which no one else on GR seemed to like. Sullivan will remind you that, even though we might only be a handful of generations from the Civil War on the one hand, on the other, we will never know what a blues singer a scant century ago — of whom perhaps a single copy of her song survives — meant by one slurred word. At one point, in one of his many meditations on time, Sullivan notes that you can be certain that there are a few big bloopers in currency right now, ideas that in a few hundred years will seem obviously, demonstrably, scientifically wrong — and that we can have no idea what those are. Love it. So why not a 5? Because there are a few duds in here, and a few off moments. I found American Grotesque, where he tries to get in the heads of the Tea Party, flat, and there were other off moments as well. But this was awfully close to a 5. View 1 comment. Nov 10, Patrick Brown rated it it was amazing. This book, without going overboard, exploded my brain. In one of my progress updates, I said it was like an album where every song is perfect and the sequencing is exactly right. And that's still how I feel about it. The scope of this collection kept telescoping out as I was reading it. At first, it seemed like a book about the American South, and the role it plays in both the author's life and that of America today, but as I read on, it expanded. It was about America, really--where it's at now This book, without going overboard, exploded my brain. It was about America, really--where it's at now and where it had been and a little bit of where it might be headed. Every essay in the book is a marvel on its own. While I wasn't as fascinated by the Rafinesque piece in the middle of the book If this were an album, that piece would be the 20 minute long epic that anchors it , but I admired the style. My favorite essays were "Feet in Smoke," about Sullivan's brother after a near-death experience, and "Getting Down to What's Really Real," about the surreal ha! I once wrote an essay of my own about reality TV , and I was absolutely humbled by Sullivan's take on it. Though mine is still pretty funny, I think. And I didn't interview anyone for it, so, you know If you haven't read Blood Horses: Notes of a Sportswriter's Son , this is a great introduction to an immensely talented author, one with incredible range. If you have read Blood Horses, then there's no introduction needed. You already know what a badass Sullivan is. Feb 05, David rated it really liked it Shelves: read-in This winter I've been reading a lot of nonfiction collections, hitting a lot of "big names" along the way - Updike, Hitchens, Schama, Didion.

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