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2012-07-19 03:50 pm
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Pay to hear me be 'a bully'

I've been feeling mega guilty for not offering anything up for auction in aid of [personal profile] ephemere who is an internet friend whose words and art I deeply admire, and has been dealing with some extremely stressful and frightening situations these past few months.
[community profile] help_for_ephemere is "a fundraiser to benefit [personal profile] ephemere, with the aim of supporting her in the wake of her losing her job, home, and good relations with her family due to homophobia. The idea of this fundraiser was conceived by friends of [personal profile] ephemere, and is being run with her permission. Funds will go to rent, utilities, food, and medical bills."
The auction closes Saturday, July 21 at 21:00 GMT

I was going to get over my guilt and just post this tardy signal-boost, but then I came across this recent contretemps involving some authors setting up a website to out and harass reviewers of their books, whom they claim are bullies for the clearly despicable act of publicly posting negative opinions of their precious textual babies.

Now, I love negative reviews, the snarkier the better, and even if I do come across a nasty review of a book I love which makes me think mean, supercilious thoughts of the reviewer's intellect or lack thereof, the arduous tedium of clicking away is completely offset by the delight in finding posts where someone has taken the time and effort to viciously and ruthlessly rip apart a book that thus far I had despairingly believed to be loathed only by me.

I don't do book reviews normally because of previously mentioned incompetence, and I've learned something about the perils of writing negatively about the words of living authors that has left me wary about stepping into similar imbroglios again.

But, in support of negative reviewers everywhere, and for a good cause - please sponsor a post where I will wax at length about a book (or movie) that I really, really, really did not like. I'm open to the possibility of writing about something the winner wants me to review, but though I can't promise it, I do know that [personal profile] ephemere will, at least, be entertained by whatever I write about, so bidding for me will be doing a doubly good deed.

Bid for me here!

I conclude with recs of three negative reviews by bloggers that brought me joy and delight:
Supriya Nair on the book 'The Watch':
Roy-Bhattacharya’s most significant choice in reconstructing the old play is to liquidate the duel of protagonist and antagonist, abstracting the conflict so that Creon, the enforcer of law, comes to stand for an unseen “system” which has put all these individuals in an uncomfortable position. Greek fatalism may work well for The Wire, but in a story about a war with ideological roots in American ideals of individualism and freedom, this is a little too slack.
There will, of course, be those readers who think the worst thing about the US occupation is the toll it takes on troops, and revel in the intimacy of Roy-Bhattacharya’s depiction of how war warps soldiers (and, by extension, societies). Others can only be amazed that, in a war where, reportedly, the president of the US himself shepherds a “kill list” of those terror suspects he wants eliminated on a particular day, American art and literature can continue to focus, with such determination, on the hard lot of the aggressors.

[wordpress.com profile] anonandon on photographer Vikram Kushwah:
Coming back to Kushwah. So, India — the country in which he has lived, presumably, for the better part of his existence — doesn’t appear in his work at all, but there’s “so much” to “soak up” in London, his new home. And the English countryside takes him back to the books he read in school. However, the Himalayas he had around him during his boarding school years haven’t impacted his imagination. The culture he was born into hasn’t influenced his work. Instead, he tries to establish connections between himself and that decidedly English, Pre-Raphaelite painter, John Everett Millais.
This kind of valiant attempt at blanching one’s brown-ness annoys the bejesus out of me. It’s not just the fact that he says India hasn’t influenced his work, but also that he seems to take pride in this. He feels none of the doubt that Don Lee articulates or even a smidgeon of hesitation. Why? Because he’s essentially more of an Englishman, with the pastoral landscapes he imagined as a schoolboy and the affinity that he feels for London. Not a dude from Delhi. Of course not.

And, Sahil Rizvan on the movie 'Cocktail':

Rock on, you bullying so-and-sos paagal chamkeele heeras.