In Memoriam Tom Wolfe


In Memoriam Tom Wolfe


De Amerikaanse schrijver en journalist Tom Wolfe is maandag op 87-jarige leeftijd in een ziekenhuis in New York overleden. Dat heeft zijn agent dinsdag bekendgemaakt. Wolfe werd wereldberoemd door onder meer de roman The Bonfire of the Vanities. Tom Wolfe werd geboren op 2 maart 1931 in Richmond, Virginia. Zie ook alle tags voor Tom Wolfe op dit blog.

Uit: Back To Blood

“Magdalena had never seen this many old men—practically all were middle-aged or older—wearing sneakers. Just look—there and there and over there—not just sneakers but real basketball shoes. And for what? They probably think all these teen togs make them look younger. Are they kidding? They just make their slumping backs and sloping shoulders and fat-sloppy bellies … and scoliotic spines and slanted-forward necks and low-slung jowls and stringy wattles … more obvious.
To tell the truth, Magdalena didn’t particularly care about all that. She thought it was funny. Mainly, she was envious of A.A. This americana was pretty and young and, it almost went without saying, blonde. Her clothes were sophisticated, yet very simple … and very sexy … a perfectly plain, sensible, businesslike sleeveless black dress … but short … ended a foot and a half above her knees and showed plenty of her fine fair thighs … made it seem like you were looking at all of her fine fair body. Oh, Magdalena didn’t doubt for a second that she was sexier than this girl, had better breasts, better lips, better hair … long, full, lustrous dark hair as opposed to this *americana’*s sexless little blond bob, copied from that English girl, Posh Spice … She just wished she had worn a minidress, too, to show off her bare legs … as opposed to these slim white pants that mainly showed off the deep cleft of her perfect little bottom. But this “A.A.” girl had something else too. She was in the know. Advising rich people, like Fleischmann, about what very expensive art to buy was her business, and she knew all about this “fair,” officially called Art Basel Miami Beach, but to those in the know, as A.A. would quickly let you know, it was known as Miami Basel. She could fire off 60 in the know cracks a minute.
At this very moment, A.A. was saying, “So I ask her—I ask her what she’s interested in, and she says to me, ‘I’m looking for something cutting-edge … like a Cy Twombly.’ I’m thinking, ‘A Cy Twombly?’ Cy Twombly was cutting-edge in the nineteen-fifties! He died a couple of years ago. Most of his contemporaries are dead by now! You’re not cutting-edge if your whole generation is dead or dying. You may be great. You may be iconic, the way Cy Twombly is, but you’re not cutting-edge.”
She didn’t address any of this to Magdalena. She never looked at her. Why waste attention, much less words, on some little nobody who probably doesn’t know anything anyway? The worst part of it was that she was right. Magdalena had never heard of Cy Twombly. She didn’t know what “cutting-edge” meant, either, although she could sort of guess from the way A.A. used it. And what did iconic mean? She hadn’t the faintest idea. She bet Norman didn’t know, either, didn’t understand the first thing Miss All-Business sexy A.A. had just said, but Norman created the sort of presence that made people think he knew everything about anything anybody had to say”


Tom Wolfe (2 maart 1931 – 14 mei 2018)

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