Natural Selection: Gary Giddins on Comedy, Film, Music, and Books

by Gary Giddins

Book Overview

Long recognized as America's most brilliant jazz writer, the winner of many major awards--including the prestigious National Book Critics Circle Award--and author of a highly popular biography of Bing Crosby, Gary Giddins has also produced a wide range of stimulating and original cultural criticism in other fields. With Natural Selection, he brings together the best of these previously uncollected essays, including a few written expressly for this...

• Format: Hardcover
• Language: English
• ISBN: 019517951X
• ISBN13: 9780195179514
• Release Date: August 2006
• Publisher: Oxford University Press, USA
• Length: 432 Pages
• Weight: 1.75 lbs.
• Dimensions: 1.3" x 4.6" x 12.0"

Customer Reviews

Worthwhile

You'd have to be Gary Giddins to find everything in this book of interest, and even money says that Giddins himself probably yawned his way through a couple of this collection's non essential items. His discussion of Leo McCarey's SATAN NEVER SLEEPS, for example, misses the boat on most counts, and yet even at his least connected Giddins usually manages to insert something of value, and here he goes back to McCarey's sources for a solidly researched piece on Nobel Prizewinner Pearl Buck's connection, or lack of one, with the script of SNS. You keep hoping that Giddins will go on from there and pursue any of the wealth of ideas that this tidbit of info provokes in the reader, and yet he just comes to a halt and types -30- under his last line. Maybe being a high profile journalist for all those years was good for his writing in one sense, but word count trumps everything else in this kind of collection of occasional essays and prose. The book's worth buying just for Giddins' inspired advocacy of nearly forgotten film legend Jack Benny at the beginning of NATURAL SELECTION, and for his read-through, just before the volume's end, of the 1940s and 50s comic book series CLASSICS ILLUSTRATED. On both of these topics he shines. Partly it's the newness of any cross cultural approach on these subjects, which have rarely been treated with the scholarly and humanist gloss he is noted for, but really it's because he writes out of enthusiasm, perhaps nostalgic affection for the young man who grew to love Benny against all odds, and the little boy who spent his spare time hunting down odd issues of CLASSICS ILLUSTRATED (like Mr. MIDSHIPMAN EASY or THE BLACK TULIP) in Brooklyn comic shops far from his Long Island home. I was a CI rat myself of a later period, when I didn't even know the comics had been discontinued, and whoever was selling them was basically just putting through the equivalent of "remainders," which led to some odd turns of events, like a flood of BLACK TULIPS in one month of 1972, but a veritable drought of issues that were, for Giddins, a dime a dozen almost literally. Giddins puts all this nostalgia for the garish and overstated into a powerful cultural perspective, showing how the canonical "list" format on the back of each issue of CI was part and parcel of a larger list mania perpetrated by middlebrow institutions. Nice work.

More Praise

Sunday August 27's NY Times review, while positive, seemed somewhat cold - here's another review that might help! *** July 23, 2006 A master craftsman by Richard Schickel, film critic for Time and the author of many books, including "Elia Kazan: A Biography" and "The Essential Chaplin." TO write seriously about topics - movies, jazz, popular fiction - that many people regard as peripheral or totally irrelevant to their lives is among the least gratifying of occupations. That's particularly true now, when the pendulum seems to be permanently stuck at the burbling end of the spectrum, where the bloggers - history-free and sensibility-deprived - weekly blurb the latest Hollywood effulgence and are rewarded by seeing their opinions bannered atop movie display ads in type sizes elsewhere reserved for the outbreak of wars and the demise of presidents. Even in the dwindling realm where critics still attempt to make fine distinctions, there are problems, mostly of tone. For my sins, I enjoy the wise-guy riffs of Anthony Lane in the New Yorker, but I have to admit that his manner is not well-suited to the middle range, where many of the movies that are most interesting to write about uneasily reside. At the spectrum's other end is Stanley Cavell - the professor Irwin Corey of film studies - who has never met a movie he cannot obfuscate with a viscous prose style that reaches ever higher levels of unintended risibility. Where, I've often wondered, is a critic who wears his erudition lightly, writes with an impeccable combination of verve and sobriety and, above all, makes you see (and hear) the objects of his ruminations? Is it possible to find such a critic whose medium is prose (always slow-footed in comparison, say, to a Bryan Singer movie) and topics evanescent: a perfect cut between scenes in a movie, for example, or a four-bar melodic fragment in an arrangement of Gil Evans' song "La Nevada." I think I've finally found my man. His name is Gary Giddins, and he has, of course, long been known as a premier jazz critic (even by tin-eared me). I took to reading him on that subject purely for the pleasure of his company, long before I actually met him. (Full disclosure: We enjoy a pleasantly collegial relationship, tempered by the fact that we live at opposite ends of the continent.) He has previously written occasionally about the movies but in recent years has started regularly reviewing DVDs for the New York Sun while contemplating larger cinematic topics for other publications. These pieces are mainly about the "classics" - a kiss-of-death word - but they bring him into a world I know at least a little about, and they offer a vitality of insight that's inspiring. You read Giddins and you start adding to your Netflix queue. DVDs represent a technology that is a boon (in image quality) and a nuisance - they are often stupidly manufactured, technically speaking, and are still too fussy to handle without damaging. But they are vital to Giddins' crit

Fine writing, sloppy editing

Taking nothing away from Gary Giddins' command of the English language or his encyclopedic understanding of the American cultural landscape, this collection of essays on music, books and film is nonetheless marred by some of the worst copy editing I've seen -- by Oxford University Press, of all publishers. In just the first hundred pages, the names of Brendan Behan, Jean Hagen, Henry Daniell, Darryl Zanuck, and Melvyn Douglas are all misspelled. With this many goofs, it's tough to focus on Giddins' insights; after awhile, one's attention is drawn (however unwillingly) down the page to the next name, expecting the worst. I sincerely hope the hardbound version of Natural Selection sells enough to warrant a paperback edition; maybe by then Giddins and/or his agent will have insisted on better proofing.

A remarkably incisive collection of essays/reviews on the lively arts

Whether writing on films, TV, music, books, or comedy, Giddins displays in this volume an impressive perspective and depth of knowledge about his subject matter. Within this compendium, the author gives thoughtful discussion to an array of diverse topics: ranging from Jerry Lewis's artistic standing to an evaluation of a Doris Day DVD collection, to a nostalgic discussion of the Modern Library book series, to the impact (or lack thereof) of the Frank Sinatra TV miniseries produced by the crooner's daughter. Giddins is proof that a critic/reviewer/essayist can be astute, articulate, amusing, and exceedingly informative. A great read.

Natural Wonder

Gary Giddins' latest anthology of essays and reviews, "Natural Selection", is a thoroughly enthralling read that's both entertaining and intellectually enriching--not only the pieces that cover his main area of expertise, Jazz, for which he is justly renowned; but also for the enticing spectrum of cultural categories he taps, both highbrow and mainstream, with which he is every bit as comfortable and knowledgeable. I was absorbed from the moment I picked it up, first skipping among the pieces that cover subjects of primary interest to me, then branching out into less familiar territory. Both routes were enjoyable and illuminating. Besides critical analyses and appreciations of luminaries of the Jazz world (Fats Waller, Glenn Miller, Cole Porter, Duke Ellington, Bing Crosby, Louis Armstrong, Paul Whiteman, Count Basie, B.B. King, Billie Holiday, et al.),"Natural Selections" encompasses a surprising (though maybe not so surprising if you're familiar with Giddins' equally eclectic "Faces In the Crowd") range of subjects, which includes comics Chaplin, Keaton, Lloyd, the Marx Brothers, Jack Benny (the lone holdover from "Faces", with updated footnotes), Bob Hope, and Jerry Lewis; Thomas Edison and the Invention of the Movies; directors Fritz Lang, William Wyler, Jean Renoir, Martin Scorsese, and Robert Bresson; animation pioneer Ray Harryhausen; horror films, films noir, Vitaphone and Looney Tunes shorts; actors Brando, Garbo, Lon Chaney (Sr.), Doris Day, and Steve McQueen; films "Children of Paradise", "Nightmare Alley", "La Dolce Vita", "Glory", and "The Big Red One"; folk music archivist Alan Lomax; writers Norman Mailer, Saul Bellow, Moss Hart, and Robert Christgau; even Sammy Davis Jr. and Bob Dylan are included in the mix, among several others. Mr. Giddins is well versed in each of these subjects, and his usual level of painstaking research is evident in every paragraph, while he displays that rarest of writers' gifts: authoritativeness without arrogance. While inducing ingestion of fresh, thought-provoking perspectives on some of the artists, films, and writings with which I was already familiar, "Selection" has inspired me to pull down from the shelf a few books, DVDs, and CDs I haven't perused in awhile--and to search out and explore some of those that I never have. Giddins gives greatness its due in his overviews of consensus geniuses: Ellington, Armstrong, Holiday, Dylan (Mr. G was the only contributor to "Studio A: The Bob Dylan Reader" who chose to write about Dylan's singing), Bresson, Brando, and the prophetic Lang (I now desperately want to see his "Spies") among them. He boldly says of Buster Keaton's masterwork, "The General", "As an evocation of American History, it is the equal of Griffith or Ford." But he also throws us a few curves, proffering a surprising intercession for Jerry Lewis, for example, which he leads off with a possible explanation--by way of Aldous Huxley and Edgar Alan Poe, no less--for the mystifying infatua