- Paperback: 320 pages
- Publisher: Gollancz (7 Jun 2001)
- Language English
- ISBN-10: 075284380X
- ISBN-13: 978-0752843803
- Product Dimensions: 19.2 x 13 x 2.4 cm
- Average Customer Review: 4.3 out of 5 stars See all reviews (6 customer reviews)
- Amazon Bestsellers Rank: 475,682 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)
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Spending a day with the collection of Julie Burchill's Guardian Columns 1998-2000 is like being in the company of your wittiest, meanest, friend: very funny, stimulating and provocative at first but mildly depressing if taken in extended doses. This is an ideal tube-ride kind of book best taken in small doses. What makes it worthwhile is that Burchill can make you laugh out loud or make you cringe at her brutal honesty, but however mean-spirited she gets she's a life-affirmer. For example, how do you know when you're old?
You know you're really old when your mouth starts looking like a cat's anus ... look at recent photos of Iggy Pop. See it? The body's still buff, but those lips: it's like there's a tiny man standing on his tongue sewing his mouth closed from the inside. Its sort of ruched, and sort of frilled, and altogether horrible.As a social and political commentator she can be perceptive and wise one minute and a knee-jerk reactionary the next. But then one doesn't go, in the last resort, to Burchill for political leadership, one reads her columns to be stimulated, provoked and entertained and on this score she's still one of the best around. As Burchill herself said (on the subject of "Personality" columnists): "To open the Sunday papers is to be immediately transported to the World's Most Boring Dinner Party, to find yourself surrounded by well-groomed women with names that end in "a" and absolutely nothing to say while saying it very loudly." Burchill is easy to mock in her guise as champion of the working class, and sometimes tiring in her anti-male polemics, but love her or loathe her she is never, ever, boring. --Larry Brown
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The best of Julie Burchill's enormously popular Guardian columns - hilarious, vicious and fearless, taking on the inconsistencies and cruelties of modern Britain
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2 of 2 people found the following review helpful
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When she is amusing it is just my sort of humour. When she is serious she is very serious though she does repeat the same old stuff over and over again.
6 of 7 people found the following review helpful
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I really like Julie Burchill. She's one of the few people who are unashamed to write about things they know nothing of (she managed to write a novel about Prague without ever going there, she thinks Kafka is great even though she has never read him). But the thing I really like about these columns is that they show that over the past twenty odd years she has never changed. She still wants to be spikey and aggressive and comes out sounding like a sixteen-year old trying to be the greatest wit on the NME. It's so comforting when a writer doesn't try to surprise you with anything new. For people of my age she occupies a place along with Blue Peter and Terry Wogan, a fixed and familiar point. I hope she keeps on with her "unique brand of acid wit" for many decades to come. She will always have at least one loyal reader in me.
1 of 1 people found the following review helpful
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Julie Burchill always delivers what she promises. The Guardian Columns is a selection of articles written for the Guardian newspaper in the past. If you like Julie and her views, you will like this book. As usual, Julie demonstrates her supreme intelligence, sharp wit, and cutting comments and is able to see through all the floss and flummery of our celebrity-led, superficial and materialisic society. I particularly enjoyed reading this book because I stopped reading the Guardian many years ago when I got fed up of being preached to by priviledged, middle-class, north-London types who are more familiar with France than anywhere north of Watford in our own beautiful country. Obviously, Julie is not one of them! Although this book was pubished years ago, if you're a Julie Burchhill fan you should add it to your collection!
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