Anyone who is interested in Andy Warhol's interviews and written work knows that he had a penchant for giving seemingly inane off the cuff anwers to any question posed to him. The beauty of his quips is that they are often amazingly insightful whilst simultaneously maddeningly flippant. Interestingly, in books such as 'Popism' and 'A Philosophy...' we are told that Andy's input was minimal and that we mustn't consider them to actually 'be' by him, even though in these and in the Warhol artwork that others claim as their own, Andy's genius seems to permeate them.
One of the things that makes this book, 'Andy Warhol's America' interesting is that it leaves little doubt that virtually everything in it is from Andy himself (except perhaps the introductory paragraph which has the characteristics of someone speaking for Andy) because the material is just not commercial or avant garde enough for anyone to wish to claim it.
This is a book of snaps by Andy Warhol which nominally pertain to various chapter headings: People, All-stars, Natural History, Vogue, etc. Accompanying these is commentary by Andy. Here, you will witness the only example I am aware of in which Andy makes unequivocal political statements, allowing us a glimpse of his world view. While he is not strident, he is also not coy as in the McGovern political campaign poster he made in the 1970's. This really seems to be Andy's voice.
In the photographs one is constantly wowed by the effective use he makes of his little poloroid: amazing really. He has a knack for seeing the ironic or dramatic or unusual and capturing it. Especially gratifying are the shots which appear to be 'shot from the hip' yet somehow incorporate the oddly juxtaposed elements into an effective framework that 'gets' the subject he is shooting. Perhaps because one knows they are by the great Andy Warhol one finds the photographs captivating enough so that one wouldn't miss the accompanying text and perhaps this is why few of them contain identified subjects. It is also amusing that Andy had a better eye for capturing the male physique than he had for the female.
I rate this only three stars because the production seems more like a magazine than a soft-bound art book. This may have been intentional, to wit creating a 'Vogue' magazine view of America or it may be attributable to the general decline in print production values that American bookdom was laboring under when this book was made. Whatever it is, this books loses a star or two for being less well-made than one would expect at the price.