The American Man-Child

July 11th, 2009 § 0 by F

Philip Marchand has a fascinating article here (National Post – The Afterword blog) where he argues that Michael Jackson “had a grudge against adulthood” and actually lived out the “American man-child” stereotype found in many classic American novels (from Catcher in the Rye to Moby Dick).

An excerpt:

When Michael Jackson told Oprah Winfrey that he liked to tuck children into bed and that it was all innocent and sweet, viewers no doubt snickered in disbelief. Yet Jackson could have cited, as precedent, Ishmael’s relationship with the cannibal harpooner Queequeg. In Melville’s novel, the two share a bed, and Ishmael proclaims, “In our hearts’ honeymoon, lay I and Queequeg — a cosy, loving pair.” Even with Queequeg’s “now and then affectionately throwing his brown tattooed legs over mine, and then drawing them back,” Ishmael would be horrified to think others might label this as homosexuality. It was all sweet and innocent.

Concerning Michael Jackson

November 8th, 2008 § 0 by C

Vindicated by the King of Rock:

Absolute FOOM, my friends.

1. It had long been my dream that one day a brave Freshman at NSA would throw Tolkien and Monty Python to the wind and do Thriller (or at the very least Beat It) for the much-loved annual Latin Projects. Though Latin projects themselves seem to have been murdered and buried (only to be resurrected as brain-eating zombies in the occasional YouTube offering), I can die happy knowing this exists instead.

2. This song was a painful reminder to me of how utterly peerless Michael Jackson is when it comes to vocal performance. The fact that the guy can croon while moonwalking in goat-pants and white socks pretty much ensures that he will forever stand shoulder to shoulder with the gods of Rock History. Though the fellow singing does a good job (and gets better as the performance continues), he barely holds a flint and steel to MJ’s flaming gas giant of awesomeness.

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