Edie Girl on Fire Book Review
Edie: Girl on Fire Book Review
Two Words: Movie Bombed.
Book subject is glamorizing the mentally ill without offering solutions to those undergoing the same problems present day. (Want an answer? Medical evaluation. If suffering depression be aware of the natural highs, because that would mean you're manic depressive aka Bi Polar and that requires different drugs. Let your doctor know. There's no shame in medical help for what is a medical condition. Your brain is firing wrong. There's drugs to help that. Drug addiction and alcoholism are symptomatic of depression/mental illness, so if you find yourself feeling better getting wasted, try to quit the drugs and get professional help. You can score help even if you are uninsured.)
The 60's NYC Underground Courage came from the speed, which fueled the Kamikazes, Sex Pistols and early Punk Rock, as well as Stephen King. Hmmm. Even Nick Cave said something to the effect that everyone misunderstands drug addiction, and it's productivity. Which is nice and fucking good, but how many great novels are coming out of rehab? And the last popular redemptive "kicked" novel turned out to be a total fraud (James Frey). Why? Few come out unscathed. So Outrageous behaviour that is drug or alcohol fueled is rather trite in my estimation. It's like celebrating a feat of strength fueled by steroids. No shit sherlock. They have a helper. It's a cheat. Give credit where it's due- the foreign substance.
As for this book, everyone has their head up their ass. Edie is a mentally ill individual who became a drug addict. You can celebrate Warhol and the movies and her potential, but at root she was mentally ill and it’s only until present day that you can say “She’s mentally ill” and it not be a character attack. Who the fuck are these assholes who were turned on by her such that they wax poetic of her charms yet missed the fucking boat about the trouble she was really in. In a sense, the book says her main achievement was being herself. Which is nice and seductive, yet it’s not much to grow from beyond the initial spark of discovery. Though the factory is celebrated, everyone’s time with it is quite short. And this book fails to say what Bruce La Bruce said in the first chapter of his book: being famous does not mean you are rich. Edie was rich, spent it all, and then was looking to get rich but had no means of turning the attention to money. The accompanying CD is utterly depressing, as well. There’s no lesson but a sad, sad life.
All the same, we all know cute girls with charmed lives that everyone is universally attracted to. So it’s a sad, sad, situation. Glamorizing self destruction takes a while to sort out that it’s a bullshit pose. I reject this book. Everyone is so clueless, and don’t seem to have learned much in surviving.
p. 42: I want to reach people and express myself. You have to put up with the risk of being misunderstood if you are going to try to communicate. You have to put up with people projecting their own ideas, attitudes, misunderstanding you. But it’s worth being a public fool if that all you can be in order to communicate yourself.
Bartle Bull: p. 88
… the people that she was hanging around with have a moral burden for what happened to her and also for the general corruption they spread by making young people think that decadent self-destructive behaviour was charming. So I think they have quite a lot to answer for.
Two Words: Movie Bombed.
Book subject is glamorizing the mentally ill without offering solutions to those undergoing the same problems present day. (Want an answer? Medical evaluation. If suffering depression be aware of the natural highs, because that would mean you're manic depressive aka Bi Polar and that requires different drugs. Let your doctor know. There's no shame in medical help for what is a medical condition. Your brain is firing wrong. There's drugs to help that. Drug addiction and alcoholism are symptomatic of depression/mental illness, so if you find yourself feeling better getting wasted, try to quit the drugs and get professional help. You can score help even if you are uninsured.)
The 60's NYC Underground Courage came from the speed, which fueled the Kamikazes, Sex Pistols and early Punk Rock, as well as Stephen King. Hmmm. Even Nick Cave said something to the effect that everyone misunderstands drug addiction, and it's productivity. Which is nice and fucking good, but how many great novels are coming out of rehab? And the last popular redemptive "kicked" novel turned out to be a total fraud (James Frey). Why? Few come out unscathed. So Outrageous behaviour that is drug or alcohol fueled is rather trite in my estimation. It's like celebrating a feat of strength fueled by steroids. No shit sherlock. They have a helper. It's a cheat. Give credit where it's due- the foreign substance.
As for this book, everyone has their head up their ass. Edie is a mentally ill individual who became a drug addict. You can celebrate Warhol and the movies and her potential, but at root she was mentally ill and it’s only until present day that you can say “She’s mentally ill” and it not be a character attack. Who the fuck are these assholes who were turned on by her such that they wax poetic of her charms yet missed the fucking boat about the trouble she was really in. In a sense, the book says her main achievement was being herself. Which is nice and seductive, yet it’s not much to grow from beyond the initial spark of discovery. Though the factory is celebrated, everyone’s time with it is quite short. And this book fails to say what Bruce La Bruce said in the first chapter of his book: being famous does not mean you are rich. Edie was rich, spent it all, and then was looking to get rich but had no means of turning the attention to money. The accompanying CD is utterly depressing, as well. There’s no lesson but a sad, sad life.
All the same, we all know cute girls with charmed lives that everyone is universally attracted to. So it’s a sad, sad, situation. Glamorizing self destruction takes a while to sort out that it’s a bullshit pose. I reject this book. Everyone is so clueless, and don’t seem to have learned much in surviving.
p. 42: I want to reach people and express myself. You have to put up with the risk of being misunderstood if you are going to try to communicate. You have to put up with people projecting their own ideas, attitudes, misunderstanding you. But it’s worth being a public fool if that all you can be in order to communicate yourself.
Bartle Bull: p. 88
… the people that she was hanging around with have a moral burden for what happened to her and also for the general corruption they spread by making young people think that decadent self-destructive behaviour was charming. So I think they have quite a lot to answer for.
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