Without Feathers
I love this book’s cover. It looks even better in real life, as if all of the background was erased, leaving just the cover text.
But I’m bummed because the writing is pretty dated, in content (the connection between the first piece and Diary of a Seducer—Kierkegaard was hot back then—no longer resonates), and in style (pieces of Groucho still emerging undigested from the shark’s stomach of Allen’s influences).
Makes me worry that lots of 60’s iconic characters like Portnoy & Rabbit won’t achieve literary escape velocity: the sexual revolution, existentialism, et al. now seem less like Grappling with Great Questions, more like artifacts of a self-obsessed era.
