Posts by Mark Coleman
At the time most journalists were too busy ignoring the internet to notice The Telecommunications Act of 1996; listening to the radio and going to concerts would never be the same
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24 hours, a quart of espresso, two young people in NYC’s East Village circa 1986, lots of talk and no sex
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Reading a literary memoir, I realized there were more house fires back in the days when more people smoked cigarettes - the NYFD kept busy
First known reference to the Elvis song “Poison Ivy League”!
In 1978 Chomsky gave a lecture on my college campus which I attended under the naive impression he would speak about linguistics. Instead he detailed how media and corporate elites actually ruled the country. What a long strange trip etc
nobody ever accused Bokris of being an elegant prose stylist but I’d bet all the hair raising stuff about Lou’s drug use during the mid 1970s is accurate
A deep dive into the muck of old school show-biz, among other treats
There’s been some discussion about Dino by Nick Tosches on another platform so I dug up this obit of Nick from a few years ago, not that his testosteronic prose is likely to win converts these days but who knows
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I’m guessing 77 but I was living in Ann Arbor. I know the Ohio River froze, my high school buddies walked across to KY and back
maybe not quite as funky as usual this winter (coldest since 1977 according to my old bones)
The snips of synthy 1980s music in Marty Supreme from Tears for Fears and New Order drew a sly connection between the ambitious 1950s hustlers in the movie and yuppies on the make during the Reagan Era
The Glass Man by Anders de la Motte because Scandinavian crime fits the weather today
Paperback copies of this book were EVERYWHERE during the 1970s along with deathless classics such as Hal Lindsey’s The Late Great Planet Earth
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“In The Cafe Of Lost Youth reads like the oral history of an au courant underground scene. Set in 1950s Paris, it could just as well be downtown NYC in the 1980s or any local bohemian place and time of your choosing.”
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Businessmen in Brooks Brothers suits and silk-stockinged ladies strolled the same sidewalks as street kids in sweatsuits toting boomboxes or Mohawked punks in black leather and jeans. They only collided occasionally.
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Appropriating abandoned couches, appliances and houseware from the city streets was apparently a New York thing: a hobby for some and others, a way of life.
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The Cincinnati Enquirer sports section ran a full page of letters denouncing me as a symbol of “what’s gone wrong with the permissive modern liberal era” and so on.
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my 2025 hit parade beginning with a belated look at the beguiling, scuzzy world of late author Gary Indiana markcoleman57.medium.com/against-nost...
This superb overview of Susan Sontag’s life and career reminded me of Norman Mailer. They both blended talent, ambition and persona in bids to rule over the literary scene in a way that wouldn’t be possible today.
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From behind the (unintentional) paywall, my essay on Nobel Prize winning French novelist Patrick Modiano and the idea of a "silver summer" - the supercharged period in young adulthood that can inform, and haunt, the rest of your life.
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Escape at Dannemora was terrific, and terrifying, felt like *I* was locked up, Patricia Arquette was frighteningly good
Fifty years later, I understand myself as a teenager *shrugs* better late than never
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“Fascism was, in every way, Surrealism’s political and aesthetic doppelganger, its evil twin.”
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“Before, Rushdie’s storyland presented a radical future for the globally displaced. Now, Rushdie writes as a man displaced by time, by the vicissitudes of ageing not migration; his storyland is a memory mausoleum.”
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Looking down a side street I saw a huge parade balloon being deflated. That’s the lingering image of my first NYC Thanksgiving. Luckily, that day was the only time I truly felt lonely in the city.
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JG Ballard, Incredibly Strange Film, Incredibly Strange Music and Pranks all opened me up to brave new worlds