Recently I asked Rooney about what she was reading. Her reply:
Earlier this year, I read (and reviewed) Nuar Alsadir’s Animal Joy: A Book of Laughter and Resuscitation, a fantastic exploration of how honest, uninhibited laughter connects us to our truest selves.Visit Kathleen Rooney's website.
In it, she mentions Forty-One False Starts: Essays on Artists and Writers by Janet Malcolm, so I’ve gotten around to reading it myself and it’s great. Malcolm’s perceptive, deadpan, voracious critical intelligence makes it a thrill to see her analyses of everything from the cottage industry of writing that’s sprung up around Virginia Woolf and Vanessa Bell’s Bloomsbury to the poorly-aged 1909 sentimental children’s novel A Girl of the Limberlost.
The title essay alone—in which she really does present 41 possible beginnings of a feature on the postmodernist American painter and 1980s art world superstar David Salle, and which ultimately becomes the whole feature itself—is worth the price of admission. I mean, just look at this passage where she shows him some of her own collages:Looking back on the incident, I see that Salle had also seen what any first-year student of psychology would have seen – that, for all my protests to the contrary, I had brought my art to him to be praised. Every amateur harbors the fantasy that his work is only waiting to be discovered and acclaimed; a second fantasy – that the established contemporary artists must (also) be frauds – is a necessary corollary.Her assessments spare no one, including herself.
The Page 99 Test: Live Nude Girl.
The Page 99 Test: For You, for You I Am Trilling These Songs.
My Book, The Movie: For You, for You I Am Trilling These Songs.
My Book, The Movie: Lillian Boxfish Takes a Walk.
The Page 69 Test: Cher Ami and Major Whittlesey.
My Book, The Movie: Cher Ami and Major Whittlesey.
--Marshal Zeringue