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Tom Wolfe's
Hooking Up is an oleo of reportage, fiction, and acrimonious name calling. This last, of course, makes for the best reading. In "My Three Stooges", Wolfe reviles the three big men of American letters--Updike, Mailer and Irving--who cast aspersions on his second novel. Apparently, "the allergens for jealousy were present. Both Updike and Mailer had books out at the same time as
A Man in Full, and theirs had sunk without a bubble. With Irving there was the Dickens factor". Wolfe gets in a lot of figures about what a big hit
his book was with the reading public, and a few gentle reminders about other writers who were big hits of their time, little guys like Mark Twain and Tolstoy.
Equally bitter fun are his two famous 1965 satires from the New York Herald Tribune. As always, Wolfe's titles lead you a good way into the actual stories: "Tiny Mummies! The True Story of the Ruler of 43rd Street's Land of the Walking Dead!" and "Lost in the Whichy Thickets: The New Yorker". Wolfe, clothes horse of note, gets off some of his best cracks at the expense of New Yorker editor William Shawn's fashion sense: "He always seems to have on about twenty layers of clothes, about three button-up sweaters, four vests, a couple of shirts, two ties, it looks that way, a dark shapeless suit over the whole ensemble, and white cotton socks". The rest of the reported pieces are unexceptional, and while the novella, Ambush at Fort Bragg, makes the most of its setting--a Dateline-like newsmagazine--it lacks the irresistible momentum required to drag most readers into a novella. Still, it's fun to watch the author reprise his lifelong role of unlikely underdog: Between his sniping at the literary elite and his mocking of the precious New Yorker set, Tom Wolfe makes like a defender of the common man. --Claire Dederer
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Review
Is he a journalist? One of America's best. Is he a novelist? Also one of America's best. At the age of 70, Wolfe writes like a young man eager for recognition. Hooking Up is a provocative mix of explosive essays and riveting fiction. His distinctive writing style, with its lists of arcane factoids and plenty of exclamation marks, is never dull. And it's good to see that Wolfe's peculiar talent for the catchy word and phrase (he coined 'the Right Stuff', for instance) hasn't deserted him. Particular favourites this time are digibabble, craven new world and the human anthill. The phrase hooking up is not his invention, but the teenage American term for a quick sexual encounter.His essays include an impassioned defence of pure sculpture and a history of Silicon Valley. He investigates modern theories of genetics and puts the boot nicely into the Darwinian fundamentalists. 'In the Land of the Rococo Marxists' is a rumination on the modern literary intellectual (we learn that the term intellectual was coined in 1898 by Georges Clemenceau). Politically Correctness gets short shrift here: Susan Sontag is dismissed with a curt 'Who was this woman?' Wolfe saves his most gleeful bile for the three writers who attacked him following the success of his 1998 novel A Man in Full. Referring to N Mailer, J Updike and J Irving as MY THREE STOOGES, he defends the journalistic approach to his fiction by convincingly citing his heroes Zola and Steinbeck. Barely space here to mention Wolfe's nerve-wracking novella Ambush at Fort Bragg, a taut tale of 'sting TV'. A gay soldier has been beaten to death by three Army rednecks. Wolfe explores homophobia, hypocrisy and the current state of media manipulation in the only Superpower of the early 21st Century. It had me hooked. Reviewed by Kerry Shale (Kirkus UK)
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