Gary Indiana RIP

"One Brief, Scuzzy Moment"

 

 

Indiana, reviewing Blake Gopnik's book on Warhol in 2020, writes his own epitaph, and mocks his young fans. 

This book could appear only at a time when the bohemian mobility, sexual freedom, and cultural ferment of New York in the Sixties, Seventies, and early Eighties are not simply being forgotten, as people who were there die off, but becoming unimaginable. A time when New York has become so cluelessly middle class that someone can actually write, of the back room at Max’s Kansas City, that Warhol “behaved more like the cool-cat senior in high school who the freshmen do everything to impress and who looks on with amused condescension.” This is the point of view of someone who never, ever could have gotten into Max’s.

Lorentzen now has a tag. I was thinking it was odd Indiana doesn't have one, but Colin doesn't have one either. It's never necessarily been a compliment. I should have one for the new Brooklyn Intellectuals

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a month later, remembering Menand.

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