By Zoe Efstathiou
The 19th Century witnessed audacious writers such as Hardy and Elliot proposing that the sacred institution of marriage was perhaps not the perfect solution to the discontent of the individual.
Yet now, in the 21st Century, writers such as Nic Kelman expound extreme depictions of social dissolution. The 21st Century protagonist is not only discontent with marriage but in total flux with society itself. Girls is a 215-page-long chronicle of 21st century apathy and its manifestations; from promiscuous affairs with underage girls to paying a store clerk hundreds of dollars for the privilege of eating a bagel despite the store’s no food policy.
Kelman contrasts random generic snippets of yuppie despair with extracts from The Illiad in a pseudo-intellectual attempt to illustrate the transcendence of sadness. He also feels compelled to relate the etymology of the words ‘cunt’ and ‘cock’.
Kelman’s protagonist is a wealthy investment banker with a penchant for perverse sexual encounters.
Girls is written in disjointed extracts of soulless prose. Although this reflects the lifeless consciousness of the individual, it also serves to render the book completely inaccessible and drab. Bret Easton Ellis pioneered similar subject matter and style through his novel Less Than Zero and later, American Psycho.
However, Ellis’s protagonist in American Psycho may have been vacuously detached and impossible to relate to but he was a subversive, deranged serial killer underneath his façade of normality. The book was original and shocking for its nonchalant contrast of descriptions of outfits and restaurants to descriptions of mutilation and rape.
Kelman attempts to meet the calibre of such brat pack predecessors yet doesn’t even come close. The book is a weary diatribe against 21st Century soullessness, yet it feels that through producing such a laborious complaint, the writer has fallen into the clutches of what he despises.
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In between spay-painting small horses with swastikas and sniffing glue the youth of today still like to chew the fat from time to time. Unfortunately the cretins have adopted a bizarre type of new-speak which can leave “me-mans” (myself and some of my close friends) “well vexed” (Perplexed, Peeved). That’s where the Urban dictionary comes in. With this peer monitored compendium of British and American slang you can find out what the little twazocks actually said to you before you walked off full of impotent rage and self loathing. Yay. To elaborate. After hearing a rap-tune recently I heard the word “skeet” a term with which I was unfamiliar. Consulting the Urban dictionary I discovered that skeet is a verb that describes, “Bustin’ a nut in a skizzles grill” or, the act of ejaculating onto a woman’s face. Other notable explanations submitted included the rather quaint: “To drop a banana item in Mario Kart 64, thereby causing a trailing opponent to slip on it and skid out” and the colorful “Something I would love to do on the Olsen twins. “The real fun lies in contrasting the Neanderthal with the surely mock-serious entries. Of course some helpful souls point out the real meaning of the word (something to do with clay pigeon shooting) but it is all done very tongue in cheek. A running dialogue on the site led one poster to claim it was a word which White people only heard about from the comedian Dave Chapelle. This in turn led one of his fellows to inform us that it is a completely fictional word invented by black people because they needed something to do in between collecting welfare cheques. As if via osmosis the stupidity seeps into you brain and you can impress the Gs in your hood with your newfound knowledge and/or prejudices lest ye be merced by your in the know peers.
Scrummy electropop brilliance: this Brazilian sextet are doing the wise thing in re-releasing a great tunethat fell under the radar back in August. And, oddly enough, it does exactly what it says on the label, makes you want to go out, make love and listen to Death From Above.
Now that the sun has come out and end of term is fast approaching, Rachel Clare and Kayleigh Excell have selected some great places for you to enjoy this summer. From restaurants to clubs, here's your essential guide...
It’s 10.20pm at the Point and for 15 minutes a video screen mounted behind the stage has been showing repeated slow motion videos of James Brown, moulded into Pavarotti, blended into Sadaam Hussain – or that’s what it looks like to me.
Right, first off, I really hate it when people, namely students, bang on about programmes they used to watch when they were young. The top three offending programmes are as follows: Super Ted. Danger Mouse and the Magic Roundabout.
This must have been the Kaiser Chiefs attempt at irony, because, even for them, it’s really bland and ‘average.’ However, I am going to like this single to annoy all the trendy scenesters with leggings and haircuts from faux-Japanese hairdressers who regard them as ‘uncool.’ Because I hate them more.