The venerable and imaginative
Yale University Press, which publishes a cornucopia of wonderful titles each year, including many groundbreaking art tomes (or so-called coffee-table books), has commissioned a series of monographs under the rubric
Icons of America, of whichto give you a sense of its parameters
King’s Dream (on Dr. Martin Luther King) and
The Hamburger: A History are the initial titles. Now comes fabulous small Jew
Joseph Epstein (
Snobbery and
Friendship) with a splendid biographical essay on
non-pareil American entertainer
Fred Astaire of the manageable length (around 200 pages) that I have long championed. The work examines not only the complexities of this extraordinary dancer, singer, and movie star from a bygone era of American culture, but a keen eye for the peculiarities and resonances of an era now banally referred to as back in the day. As a dancer, Astaire was coupled with some of the leading hotties of the day
Cyd Charisse,
Rita Hayworth,
Eleanor Powell, and
Betty Hutton. But no partnership was more celebrated and lauded than his complicated relationship with
Ginger Rogers
Epstein’s great accomplishment (in addition to justifying the attention paid to another Golden Age) is reconciling Astaire’s talent for exuding elegance and grace and still being perceived as an admirable everyman. By the way, it should not go unsaid that Mr. Epstein (with whom I share a childhood upbringing in Chicago’s West Rogers Park) is a writer of great, unpretentious eruditionand thankfully boundless humoras well as a sensible literary critic.
Here’s one of his recent reviewsof
Patronizing the Arts by Marjorie Garber (whose work I have, in the past, found, uh, infelicitous):
How very different from the old avant-gardethat extending from the French impressionists through Gertrude Stein, Pablo Picasso, and Arnold Schoenberga movement having chiefly to do with changing technique in the arts. But the avant-garde in the 1980s had turned largely political: It was about one form or another of ethnic or sexual liberation, of protest and leftwing politics. Its chief message tended to run: I’m an outraged gay or lesbianor an angry black man, or an aging sixties radicaland I’ve had it with this detestable bleeping country, with its middle-class respectability, its vaunting of the family, its organized religions, its censorship, and hideous capitalist system. And by the way, nice to learn that I’ve been awarded an NEA grant, and when do you suppose I might receive my check?
Nicely and subtly formed argument here, yes? —
Robert Birnbaum, Nov. 4, 2008