A Nest of Ninnies

by James Schuyler, John Ashbery, James Ashberry, John and Schuyler

Book Overview

Fiction. "James Schuyler and I began writing A NEST OF NINNIES purely by chance," wrote John Ashbery. "We were in a car being driven by the young cameraman, Harrison Starr, with his father as a... This description may be from another edition of this product.

• Format: Hardcover
• Language: English
• ISBN: 0880015233
• ISBN13: 9780880015233
• Release Date: January 1997
• Publisher: Ecco Press
• Length: 191 Pages
• Weight: 0.75 lbs.
• Dimensions: 0.8" x 5.7" x 8.3"

Customer Reviews

Honey I wrote a novel

This novel doesn't exactly break the sound barrier -- Auden went a little overboard in calling it a minor classic -- but is "likable enough," like Hillary Clinton, and has the unpredictability of the game it started as. Ashbery and Schuyler wrote it one sentence at a time: A. started with "Alice was tired," and it blossomed, to the extent that it did, from there. The first third is fairly choppy as a result; however, as the novel progresses it settles into its narrative arc, and the closing scenes are excellent conventional farce. (A plot summary would be inappropriate: one of the pleasures of this book is figuring out where it's trying to go.) The writing is spirited and sporadically brilliant -- both authors won Pulitzers in poetry -- but not very interesting as prose. On the whole, this book is recommended for Ashbery or Schuyler fans, connoisseurs of camp, and those with an interest in how novels are constructed. Others might find it self-indulgent.

Auden was right

This book deserves to be recognized as the "minor classic" W. H. Auden thought it was destined to become. The high camp of much of the proceedings only makes the book more profound in its investigation of the contemporary manners of negotiating affect through objects. In this it looks back to Wilde and Henry James, as it does also in its arch staging of the objectification of a mystified "Europe." Entirely fascinating, urbanely hilarious.

a good romp

Who would think that two experimental poets could write a comic novel without stylistic pretensions? There's nothing profound here, just a quick read with plenty of laughs. The title conveys the substance fairly well: Schuyler and Ashbery have created a cast of middle- to upper-class fools for whom they have little respect. This could, of course, be fairly tiresome ("aren't the bourgeosie so silly!"), if it weren't for the authors' keen sense of humor. Think of this as a detailed pitch for a good Woody Allen movie, or a Firbank novel for the mid-twentieth century.