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AND I FINISHED A RE-READ of near biblical proportions! and please, forget the movie version! of BONFIRE OF THE VANITIES
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I read BONFIRE OF THE VANITIES in 1988, a gift from a New Yorker to a guy from Ohio, leaving NYC for LA (a move that was more an extended vacation with great friends).
SO I reread it, as the inscription was May 5, 1988 . . . re-reads are rare with so much out there to READ the first time.
ITS IS A GREAT READ, pulling you from page to page, maybe dislocating your shoulder at over 600 pages….
Memorable scenes: A chic dinner party where the highbrow token, an author, re-tells the story of the Mask of Red Death. Not acceptable party banter, right?
A billionaire dies in a restaurant, soon to serve an Imelda Marcos type. The super rich corpse can’t pass through the revolving door so its hoisted out the Lady’s Room window.
And more….. a book that plays the race card, the jewish card, the political hack card, the cop on the beat card, the wasp card, the entire deck flies . . .. the oppurtunistic British tabloid journalist . . . god, the WEALTH CORRUPTS CARD . . . what are these cards anyway?
On review called it ‘the novel that defined New York in the 1980s”; others, residents of the Bronx, felt defamed and insulted and rediculed Wolfe (like Grace was rediculed after Peyton Place came out, but I doubt WOLFE LIVE in the Bronx).
659 pages, page of NEW YORK, from the Superrich to the freshly incarcerated crack dealers. AND FEW BETWEEN, a lack. No common man (the cops came close . . .). And to think, today’s superrich HEDGEFUND types makes the 80s wealth look like government cheese…..
The LONDON TIMES, on Feb 7, 1988 said:
An incandescent sizzler of a novel, The Bonfire of the Vanities casts a lurid
satiric glare over contemporary New York. Essentially, it is a tale of two city
boroughs: Manhattan and the Bronx. The former toweringly brandishes the city's pinnalces of wealth and fashion: 'There it was, the Rome, the Paris, the London of the twentieth century, the city of ambition, the dense magnetic rock, the irresistible destination of all those who insist on being where things are happening.' Nearby, the 'Sargasso Sea of the Bronx' festers with its rotting depths of dereliciton.
no matter where you live (I lived in Quees and Manhattan -- not a monolith of Wealth, but so . . . ) you can enjoy this.....
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