Found this wonderful quote from an old interview with film critic Glen Kenny today. He has been asked why he became a critic. I think his answer rings true for a lot of writers and it makes me wonder if people who never have any use for cultural criticism have just always been surrounded by people with the same tastes they have. Which is not necessarily a good thing. The initial urge was to defend my own taste in music, which in my teens was unusual to the point of seeming affected, which maybe it was. Imagine being a 14-year-old in 1973 and trying to defend Enos Here Come The Warm Jets to a bunch of Deep Purple fans. What say you, William Boyd? Joe Edmonds? By the way, Joe, do you remember BIll Boyd? He hung out with us a bit one summer when I was living with you and Sam in GSO.
Posted on: Thu, 27 Mar 2014 23:14:46 +0000