Gilbert Green : The Real Right Way to Dress for Spring (clothbound)
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2762
$16.95
$16.95
Clothbound, sewn, jacketed, 241 pages, 6 x 9", 1986, 0-914232-76-2
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A tragi-comic story of rock'n'roll and madness, capturing the quintessential idealism of 1968 meeting the hard edge of American reality. Gilbert Green is an attuned but innocent genius, a dreamer, a poet and filmmaker, not unlike Andy Warhol, around whom a young entourage of adventurers gathers. Gilbert Green is a novel in the form of a dream in the form of a novel, much like the year 1968 itself.
"Here is the second masterpiece from the ineffably original Frederick Ted Castle. . . . The portrait of our life as it looked in the late '60s is rendered with such vivid efficacy that those who knew the time will be smitten with a mighty nostalgia for it, while those who did not will curse themselves for having been born too late." — Harry Mathews
"A compound of all the in-between moments that memory tends to edit out: the off nights, the bar talk, the transient fantasies. Since the milieu he's writing about was peculiarly enamored of such ineffable moments, Mr. Castle's method couldn't be more germane. . . . Gilbert Green
demands almost unlimited indulgence from the reader, but it pays back with the real air of a gone time, captured live." — Geoffrey O'Brien, New York Times Book Review
For the paperback edition, go here.
A tragi-comic story of rock'n'roll and madness, capturing the quintessential idealism of 1968 meeting the hard edge of American reality. Gilbert Green is an attuned but innocent genius, a dreamer, a poet and filmmaker, not unlike Andy Warhol, around whom a young entourage of adventurers gathers. Gilbert Green is a novel in the form of a dream in the form of a novel, much like the year 1968 itself.
"Here is the second masterpiece from the ineffably original Frederick Ted Castle. . . . The portrait of our life as it looked in the late '60s is rendered with such vivid efficacy that those who knew the time will be smitten with a mighty nostalgia for it, while those who did not will curse themselves for having been born too late." — Harry Mathews
"A compound of all the in-between moments that memory tends to edit out: the off nights, the bar talk, the transient fantasies. Since the milieu he's writing about was peculiarly enamored of such ineffable moments, Mr. Castle's method couldn't be more germane. . . . Gilbert Green
demands almost unlimited indulgence from the reader, but it pays back with the real air of a gone time, captured live." — Geoffrey O'Brien, New York Times Book Review