Andy Warhol tackles the ugly 80's: escapes unscathed
Instead of watching Sunday football today, I travelled back to the 1980s courtesy of Warhol's book, taking advantage of the temporary intellectual deadzone over the city.
There's synchronicity, too, with that quintessentially 1980s movie Back to the Future as the day foretold in the film approaches (October 21, 2015). Filmgoers back in 1985, while they were waiting in line for tickets, would have seen Warhol's book America fresh on the shelves at the now-closed bookstore chain Waldenbooks in the same shopping mall as the theater! So instead of forward to now, I go back to then. No DeLorian necessary.
In spite of the cultural challenges of that era, the photographs are great, less about Andy Warhol, more about real people. Except for the celebrities which he naturally couldn't resist. Those, as they always do, have aged uncomfortably. Thank god you and I are not one. Think David Bowie and Grace Jones, looking so fine back then.
The quirky, quaint text sloshes between realness and fantasy, naiveté and poignancy. His thoughts on his own death (only two years later) hit you like a brick. Those about the spread of Pop culture across America as "Yeah, that's right, it missed me too!"
Nowhere can I recall any other essay on window shopping with anything like this: "Looking at store windows is great entertainment because you can see all these things and be really glad it's not home filling up your closets and drawers." Wait, there was something from Capote that I read over breakfast a long time ago...what was that?
Sometimes I disagreed with something. For example, he says in an appreciation of Texas that "I always thought that cowboys looked like hustlers. That's nice. Cowboys and hustlers are quiet. They don't know many words." In my own experience, however, every hustler I've been with couldn't shut his damn trap. Usually ended up paying for more time than I needed.
Andy Warhol is long gone, Pop is extinct, and the best things he created, his sexy movies, are offline. Compared to the real creativity he had, Hollywood is out of ideas. They remade the "classic" Back to the Future instead. Are we better now than in 1985? Worse? No one cares, do they?
I'm lucky to have this doubly autographed book as a fond remembrance of him, and maybe even of the ugly Eighties.