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Mourning the
Striped Pig
, and Other News
By
Dan Piepenbring
September 30, 2015
On the Shelf
Time was you could find this fella on newsstands, getting sloshed.
Fact: the American newspapers and gazettes of the nineteenth century had names that absolutely trounced their present-day counterparts where liveliness and creativity are concerned (with the exception of the
Modesto
Bee
, which remains a truly great paper title). In simpler times, you could spend your mornings over
the
Horseneck Truth Teller and Gossip Journal
,
Estabrook’s Great Public Chowder
,
Steven H. Branch’s Alligator
, and the
Striped Pig
, among others.
For a different kind of nostalgia, contemplate
MacGyver
, which hit the airwaves thirty years ago and has left in its wake a mess of nerdy white-male heroics and misplaced, quasi-racist adventure: “
MacGyver
embraces its own insistent loneliness to an absurd degree
. And that, in turn, makes the whole show feel distinctly retrograde …
MacGyver
sags under the weight of its old-school definition of heroism. It glorifies the single man—the single mullet—while treating other people as victims and saps.”
Not dissimilarly: in a new book,
Lions in the Balance
, Craig Packer attempts to careen between the MacGyver-esque machismo of those who hunt lions in the Serengheti and the “communal emotionalism” that so often animates conservation movements. “It is his position, as the story begins, that
the lions of the Serengeti need sport hunters to survive; that Cecils must die if prides are to endure
… In his quest to restructure incentives, in his willingness to take the long view, in his commitment to numbers over narrative, Packer deems himself ‘ultimately alone.’ ”
Trying to build a brand of one? Of course you are! This is the age of the brandividual. Let me tell you a few things you already knew, though: it’s a futile project, authenticity is a myth, and branding strategists are working to make our society a waking nightmare of empty professionalism. “
I don’t think it’s possible to appeal to everyone and still be authentic, let alone unique
. When [my branding strategist] declared my web-site font ‘almost hippie-dippy,’ I couldn’t help but get a bit defensive. So what if it is? My truest self does not use ‘impact as a verb.’ My truest self likes to be catty about former employers that have done me wrong, not write pleasant summaries of what I was able to achieve while working there. My truest self is sending
GIF
s to my friends, not cheerfully influencing strangers’ thoughts.”
Today in new and novel uses for the black crayon: Richard Serra’s strangely affecting “Ramble Drawings” are seventy-four works on paper, all “variations on Malevich’s square,
stretched out and pressed with black lithographic crayons to achieve different textures:
oily, streaky, pocked, solid
. The pictures, stacked like rows of large, incongruous industrial cement bricks across the gallery walls, are anything but monotonous, however. Black never looked so colorful.”
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