Book? Book., April 18, 2001
Reviewer: pythagosaurusrex (see more about me) from Paris
Qualifies as a book only by virtue of being composed of words on paper.
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Book? Book., April 18, 2001
Reviewer: pythagosaurusrex (see more about me) from Paris
Qualifies as a book only by virtue of being composed of words on paper.
However....
Ms. Spears's latest artistic endeavour is perhaps her most profound. While her early muscial dabblings have been more concerned with pathos and aphorism-- more reminiscent of Shakespearean sonnets than tragedies, this coup de roman pulls no punches in grappling with titanic moral and philosophical dilemmas. Ms. Spears has always maintained her interest in the paradoxical conflicts between moral degradation and industrial-economic evolution in our post-modern era. I recall her sentiment: "I believe Sartre's ill-fated reconciliation of dialetical materialism and French existentialism, while noble in intention, is retarded. I mean, Marx was like German and Sartre's like from France and those are totally different countries, which precipitated the boondoggle that defined _Sartre's Search for a Method_."
Spears thematically depicts the Marxian-Existential conflict in her moving work, and she does so with characteristic artistic ingenuity. Only Spears could frame such a profound analysis in a style combining Saul Bellow's languish and John Updike's penetrating wit-- topping it off with a positively phosporescent surrealism that makes me scream, "Dali! Dali!" with each eager page-turn. Even though her work is essentially a philosophical discussion of the existentialism - dialetical materialism grudge match (squarely in the Borgesian tradition) she also turns her attention to other important issues including Dewey's Instrumentalist Logic, Kantian and Cartesian Transcendentalism, post-colonial Globalism, and a fabulously charming refutation of Walter Lippman's critique of popular Democracy. Spears hasn't lost her moral compass, however, and lightly spackles the novel with ethical maxims of which only a social observer of her caliber is capable.
Spears has done no less than revolutionize the novel. Spears outdoes Joyce by rebuilding the art form he destroyed. Writers and scholars will be inspired, influenced, and, quite rightly, perplexed by Spears's idubitably nonpareil prose. We, as readers, can only be grateful we are alive at a time when Spears's inimitable art can lift our souls, revolutionize our minds, and metamorphasize the people of the world into altogether more enlightened race. Britney Spears is the apotheosis of art.