#the kandy-kolored tangerine-flake streamline baby

[redangeldragnet1982]

The Kandy Kolored Tangerine Flake Streamline Baby- Tom Wolfe

[rpfisfine]

i would love some book recs linda since ur writing is so scrumptious

Omg...you really think so.. 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕 thats so kind of you to say i really genuinely appreciate it more than i can express and i love answering asks like this one so of course no problem here are some of my fav books of all time:

lolita, despair, pale fire & invitation to a beheading by vladimir nabokov

pretty much everything by hunter s thompson but especially fear and loathing in las vegas & hell's angels

the legacy of luna by julia butterfly hill (i recommend this book with all my heart it will change your life!!!!)

a single man by christopher isherwood

the kandy-kolored tangerine-flake streamline baby by tom wolfe

the stranger & the fall by albert camus

the unexpurgated diary (1931-1932) of anaïs nin

one hundred years of solitude & love in the time of cholera by gabriel garcía márquez

infinite jest by david foster wallace

three novels: molloy, malone dies + the unnamable by samuel beckett

catcher in the rye by joe salinger

to kill a mockingbird by harper lee (kind of a really obvious english major choice tbh but i just rly rly love it)

and the ass saw the angel by nick cave and the godfather by mario puzo aaaaand i think that's everything

[homoirrealis]

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First time filling in one of these. Thanks for tagging @paperlovesadness 🩵

most recent ship: Milex... Call off the search for my soul Or put it on hold again... I guess... because I am sippin' their drink (Margaritas.... and expensive Japanese whiskey) and laughin' at their imaginary jokes (any TLSP interview) "It was you [parasocial relationships] and me [Alex Turner] and Miles Kane"

ship i’ve read the most of: Milex hands down...

wild card: Roger Federer& Rafael Nadal

first ever ship: hard one... Roughly at the same time Timothee Chalamet and Armie Hammer and Larry...

last song: Radiohead - Street Spirit (Fade Out)

last movie: Citizen Kane... Milex to blame, never would have chose to watch it.. Yet it is fucking amazing... Never would have thought...

currently reading: The kandy-kolored tangerine flake streamline baby... Alex suggested it some time ago so finally started readying it...

currently watching: nothing...

currently consuming: sick as well... so meds - paracetamol + caffeine is a way to go...

currently craving: A bottle of wine with Everything you've come to expect vinyl on... and a kiss...

@joshus-lobster @ultracheese505 @blacktrickle @elorianna

[sketchesbydean]

Notes on Tom Wolfe

There is something very stressful about the way Tom Wolfe writes. It is in his ability to disappear as a spectator that makes you forget that he is there, in the same room, with those celebrities that,  for others, live on a planet far away from their own. His depictions are by all means observant, precise, detailed, and insightful, and he is able to be so because he does not begin with background. Wolfe situates the reader in the exact moment he is allowed into the world and does little to distract the mind with preconceived notions of the celebrity. Because it is exactly those notions that hide what Wolfe exposes of these celebrities, that they found their respective gimmicks under no special circumstance. And, they did work hard. Phil Spector, Roth, Barris, Murray the K, even Baby Jane, and, though it's hard to wrap around the fact, Ben did work hard at becoming a beatnik. They had an interest, a talent, a certain quality that set them apart from what society called art. The form they chose to express their art was unheard of, it spoke to the younger or perhaps to the older generation in order to feel young. They said: we're rebelling, but it'll be artful and without ill-will.

Oh, by no means does this apply today to celebrity today. There is something similar in the fact that we take from obscure cultures, from walks of life that the society at large will consider new and exciting. We promote being woke, we try affirmative action, we call for diversity and representation. But, in reality, it is all about conformity. Social media is a monster unlike any other, it puts to shame even commercialism because it promotes capitalism exponentially. What this says about celebrity today is that they aren't creating in the way that celebrities of Wolfe's time were. Celebrities today depict a fantasy we are brainwashed into desiring. Wolfe was able to disappear into the lives of his celebrities, sit in the back seat and explore the life of a creator. These days, even a pedestrian on the street cannot disappear, never mind a celebrity-- not that they would want to disappear anyway.

[gusgrissom]

Journalist and novelist Tom Wolfe, author of The Right Stuff (1979), died yesterday at the age of 87. Many people owe much of their interest in the early space program, and the nation’s popular image of the M-G-A astronauts itself, to Wolfe’s book and the 1983 film adaptation. A lot can be said about both the book and the movie, but their impact on the space program in popular culture and historical memory is undeniable.

In addition to writing The Right Stuff, Wolfe was a journalist and advocate for New Journalism, and the author of The Kandy-Kolored Tangerine-Flake Streamline Baby (1965), The Electric Kool-Aid Test (1968), and The Bonfire of the Vanities (1987) among other novels and essays. (Full obituary here.)

“Well, the Lord giveth, and the Lord taketh away.” -The Right Stuff, 1979

[robertsmithsonlibraryandbookclub]

Untitled Project: Robert Smithson Library & Book Club [Wolfe, Tom, The Kandy-Kolored Tangerine-Flake Streamline Baby, 1965] Oil paint on carved wood, 2018

[michaelpaulukonis]

TOWER OF SOUR

[quotespile]

The demolition derby is, pure and simple, a form of gladiatorial combat for our times.

Tom Wolfe, The Kandy-Kolored Tangerine-Flake Streamline Baby

[femmepathy]

A series of sketches in Tom Wolfe’s essay novel The Kandy Kolored Tangerine Flake Streamline Baby provides an excellent and humorous look into the transitional period of the early 1960s among younger men. - vintagedancer.com

[mrschwartz]

Here’s a list of books Alex has mentioned he has read and liked

The Fall by Albert Camus

And the Ass Saw the Angel by Nick Cave

Submarine by Joe Dunthorne

One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel García Márquez

Despair by Vladimir Nabokov (he has read other books by him, hasn’t mentioned which ones)

Amusing Ourselves to Death by Neil Postman

Saturday Night and Sunday Morning by Alan Sillitoe (though I’m not sure if he read this one or just saw the film)

The Collected Stories by Dylan Thomas

Crime and Punishment by Dostoevsky

Infinite Jest by David Foster Wallace

There Is a Happy Land by Keith Waterhouse

The Kandy-Kolored Tangerine-Flake Streamline Baby by Tom Wolfe (has also read others by him, but hasn’t mentioned which ones either)

Books referenced in songs: Romeo and Juliet (I Bet You Look Good), 1984 (I Bet You Look Good and Star Treatment), Sherlock Holmes (A Certain Romance)

Authors mentioned in songs: HP Lovecraft and Edgar Allan Poe (You're So Dark), Charles Bukowski (She Looks Like Fun)

Authors he has stated to like but hasn’t specified any books: John Cooper Clarke (obviously), Joseph Conrad, Ernest Hemingway, Rod McKuen, George Saunders

[redangeldragnet1982]

my reading list +_+

🍀=currently reading

🐜=on my bookshelf (locked and loaded)

🐜🐩On the Road- Kerouac

🐜🐩From Bauhaus to Our House- Tom Wolfe

🐜🐩The Subterraneans- Jack Kerouac

🐜🐩The Electric Koolaid Acid Test- Tom Wolfe

🐩 The Kite Runner- Khaled Hosseini

🐜🐩 Naked Lunch- William Burroughs

🐜🐩 One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest- Ken Kesey

🐜🐩 Doctor Rat- William Kotzwinkle

🐜🐩 The Picture of Dorian Grey- Oscar Wilde

🐜🐩 Still Life With Woodpecker- Tom Robbins

🐜🐩The Dharma Bums- Kerouac

🐜🐩Slaughterhouse Five- Kurt Vonnegut

🐜🐩The Cat Inside- Burroughs

🐜🐩The Wild Boys- Burroughs

🐩The Fall- Albert Camus

🐜🐩 Dr. Sax- Kerouac

🐜🐩 Another Roadside Attraction- Tom Robbins

🐜🐩 Breakfast of Champions- Vonnegut

🐜🐩 The Sirens of Titan- Vonnegut

🐜🐩 Fierce Invalids Home From Hot Climates- Tom Robbins

🐜🐩 Timequake- Vonnegut

🐜🐩 Slapstick or Lonesome no More- Vonnegut

🐜🐩 The Kandy Kolored Tangerine Flake Streamline Baby- Tom Wolfe

🐜🍀 Totem and Taboo- Freud

🐜🍀 Society of the Spectacle- guy debord

🐜🍀 Even Cowgirls Get the Blues- Tom Robbins

🐜🐩 On Dreams- Freud

🐜🍀 Woolgathering- Patti Smith

🐜🐩 Leonardo da Vinci and a Memory of His Childhood- Freud

🐜🐩 Diary of a Genius- Dalí

🐜🐩 Radical Chic & Mau-mauing the Flak Catchers- Tom Wolfe

🐜🐩Satori in Paris- Kerouac

🐜🐩The Pump House Gang- Tom Wolfe

🐜🐩Me Talk Pretty One Day- David Sedaris

🐜🐩Small Scale Subversion: Mail Art & Artistamps- John Held Jr.

🐜🐩 With William Burroughs- Victor Bockris

🐜🐩 Frank Lloyd Wright's Furnishings- Carla Lind

🐜🐩 Mauve Gloves and Madmen, Clutter and Vine- Tom wolfe

🐩The Hasheesh Eaters- Fitz Hugh Ludlow

🐜🐩Junkie- William Burroughs

🐜🐩Illuminations- Rimbaud

🐩A Season In Hell- Rimbaud

🐩The Color Out Of Space- HP Lovecraft

🐩Suspiria de Profundis- Thomas De Quincy

🐜🐩The Poetics Of Space- Gaston Bachelard

🐩The World As Will And Representation- Arthur Schopenhauer

🐩Correspondences- Charles Baudelair

🐩Les Champs Magnetiques- André Breton + Philippe Soupault.

🐩Geek Love- Katherine Dunn

🐩 Visions of Cody- Kerouac

🐩Scattered Poems- Kerouac

🐩The Holy Goof- William Plummer

🐩 Learning from Las Vegas- Robert Venturi

🐩 Complexity and Contradiction in Architecture- Robert Venturi

🐩 Junkie- William Burroughs

🐩 Queer- William Burroughs

🐩 Desolation Angels- Jack Kerouac

🐩Drugs are nice- Lisa Crystal Carver

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[nprbooks]

Image by David Corio/Redferns/Getty Images

Tom Wolfe has died --  he wrote fiction and non-fiction bestsellers including The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test and Bonfire of the Vanities. Along the way, he created a new type of journalism and coined phrases that became part of the American lexicon. Reporter Tom Vitale has a remembrance of Wolfe -- check it out here.

-- Petra (who wore out her high school copies of The Kandy-Kolored Tangerine Flake Streamline Baby and The Pump House Gang and had to buy new ones.)

[naturalbornworldshakers]

“The Kandy-Kolored Tangerine-Flake Streamline Baby.” Tom Wolfe for Esquire, Nov. 1963. “The first good look I had at customized cars was at an event called a "Teen Fair," held in Burbank, a suburb of Los Angeles beyond Hollywood. This was a wild place to be taking a look at art objects—eventually, I should say, you have to reach the conclusion that these customized cars are art objects, at least if you use the standards applied in a civilized society. But I will get to that in a moment. Anyway, about noon you drive up to a place that looks like an outdoor amusement park, and there are three serious-looking kids, like the cafeteria committee in high school, taking tickets, but the scene inside is quite mad. Inside, two things hit you. The first is a huge platform a good seven feet off the ground with a hully-gully band—everything is electrified, the bass, the guitars, the saxophones—and (two) behind the band, on the platform, about two hundred kids are doing frantic dances called the hully-gully, the bird, and the shampoo. As I said, it's noontime. The dances the kids are doing are very jerky. The boys and girls don't touch, not even with their hands. They just ricochet around. Then you notice that all the girls are dressed exactly alike. They have bouffant hairdos—all of them—and slacks that are, well, skintight does not get the idea across; it's more the conformation than how tight the slacks are. It's as if some lecherous old tailor with a gluteus-maximus fixation designed them, striation by striation. About the time you've managed to focus on this, you notice that out in the middle of the park is a huge, perfectly round swimming pool; really rather enormous. And there is a Chris-Craft cabin cruiser in the pool, going around and around, sending up big waves, with more of these bouffant babies bunched in the back of it. In the water, suspended like plankton, are kids in Scuba-diving outfits; others are tooling around underwater, breathing through a snorkel. And all over the place are booths, put up by shoe companies and guitar companies and God knows who else, and there are kids dancing in all of them—dancing the bird, the hully-gully, and the shampoo...” (at Burbank, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/BnzikW8FiIL/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=175ajkbolwzkn

[justforbooks]

Tom Wolfe, Innovative Nonfiction Writer and Novelist, Dies at 88

Tom Wolfe, an innovative journalist and novelist whose technicolor, wildly punctuated prose brought to life the worlds of California surfers, car customizers, astronauts and Manhattans moneyed status-seekers in works like “The Kandy-Kolored Tangerine-Flake Streamline Baby,” “The Right Stuff” and “Bonfire of the Vanities,” died on Monday in a Manhattan hospital. He was 88.

He had lived in New York since joining The New York Herald Tribune as a reporter in 1962.

In his use of novelistic techniques in his nonfiction, Mr. Wolfe, beginning in the 1960s, helped create the enormously influential hybrid known as the New Journalism.

But as an unabashed contrarian, he was almost as well known for his attire as his satire. He was instantly recognizable as he strolled down Madison Avenue — a tall, slender, blue-eyed, still boyish-looking man in his spotless three-piece vanilla bespoke suit, pinstriped silk shirt with a starched white high collar, bright handkerchief peeking from his breast pocket, watch on a fob, faux spats and white shoes. Once asked to describe his get-up, Mr. Wolfe replied brightly, “Neo-pretentious.”

It was a typically wry response from a writer who found delight in lacerating the pretentiousness of others. He had a pitiless eye and a penchant for spotting trends and then giving them names, some of which — like “Radical Chic” and “the Me Decade” — became American idioms.

His talent as a writer and caricaturist was evident from the start in his verbal pyrotechnics and perfect mimicry of speech patterns, his meticulous reporting, and his creative use of pop language and explosive punctuation.

“As a titlist of flamboyance he is without peer in the Western world,” Joseph Epstein wrote in the The New Republic. “His prose style is normally shotgun baroque, sometimes edging over into machine-gun rococo, as in his article on Las Vegas which begins by repeating the word ‘hernia’ 57 times.”

William F. Buckley Jr., writing in National Review, put it more simply: “He is probably the most skillful writer in America — I mean by that he can do more things with words than anyone else.”

From 1965 to 1981 Mr. Wolfe produced nine nonfiction books. “The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test,” an account of his reportorial travels in California with Ken Kesey and his Merry Pranksters as they spread the gospel of LSD, remains a classic chronicle of the counterculture, “still the best account — fictional or non, in print or on film — of the genesis of the ’60s hipster subculture,�� the media critic Jack Shafer wrote in the Columbia Journalism Review on the book’s 40th anniversary.

Even more impressive, to many critics, was “The Right Stuff,” his exhaustively reported narrative about the first American astronauts and the Mercury space program. The book, adapted into a film in 1983 with a cast that included Sam Shepard, Dennis Quaid and Ed Harris, made the test pilot Chuck Yeager a cultural hero and added yet another phrase to the English language.

At the same time, Mr. Wolfe continued to turn out a stream of essays and magazine pieces for New York, Harper’s and Esquire. His theory of literature, which he preached in print and in person and to anyone who would listen was that journalism and nonfiction had “wiped out the novel as American literature’s main event.”

After “The Right Stuff,” published in 1979, he confronted what he called “the question that rebuked every writer who had made a point of experimenting with nonfiction over the preceding 10 or 15 years: Are you merely ducking the big challenge — The Novel?”

‘The Bonfire of the Vanities’

The answer came with “The Bonfire of the Vanities.” Published initially as a serial in Rolling Stone magazine and in book form in 1987 after extensive revisions, it offered a sweeping, bitingly satirical picture of money, power, greed and vanity in New York during the shameless excesses of the 1980s.

The action jumps back and forth from Park Avenue to Wall Street to the terrifying holding pens in Bronx Criminal Court, after the Yale-educated bond trader Sherman McCoy (a self-proclaimed “Master of the Universe”) becomes lost in the Bronx at night in his Mercedes with his foxy young mistress. After running over a black man and nearly igniting a race riot, he enters the nightmare world of the criminal justice system.

Although a runaway best seller, “Bonfire” divided critics into two camps: those who praised its author as a worthy heir of his fictional idols Balzac, Zola, Dickens and Dreiser, and those who dismissed the book as clever journalism, a charge that would dog him throughout his fictional career.

Mr. Wolfe responded with a manifesto in Harper’s, “Stalking the Billion-Footed Beast,” in which he lambasted American fiction for failing to perform the time-honored sociological duty of reporting on the facts of contemporary life, in all their complexity and variety.

His second novel, “A Man in Full” (1998), also a whopping commercial success, was another sprawling social panorama. Set in Atlanta, it charted the rise and fall of Charlie Croker, a 60-year-old former Georgia Tech football star turned millionaire real estate developer.

Mr. Wolfe’s fictional ambitions and commercial success earned him enemies — big ones.

“Extraordinarily good writing forces one to contemplate the uncomfortable possibility that Tom Wolfe might yet be seen as our best writer,” Norman Mailer wrote in The New York Review of Books. “How grateful one can feel then for his failures and his final inability to be great — his absence of truly large compass. There may even be an endemic inability to look into the depth of his characters with more than a consummate journalist’s eye.”

“Tom may be the hardest-working show-off the literary world has ever owned,” Mr. Mailer continued. “But now he will no longer belong to us. (If indeed he ever did!) He lives in the King Kong Kingdom of the Mega-bestsellers — he is already a Media Immortal. He has married his large talent to real money and very few can do that or allow themselves to do that.”

Mr. Mailer’s sentiments were echoed by John Updike and John Irving.

Two years later, Mr. Wolfe took revenge. In an essay titled “My Three Stooges,” included in his 2001 collection, “Hooking Up,” he wrote that his eminent critics had clearly been “shaken” by “A Man in Full” because it was an “intensely realistic novel, based upon reporting, that plunges wholeheartedly into the social reality of America today, right now,” and it signaled the new direction in late-20th- and early-21st-century literature and would soon make many prestigious artists, “such as our three old novelists, appear effete and irrelevant.”

And, added Mr. Wolfe, “It must gall them a bit that everyone — even them — is talking about me, and nobody is talking about them.”

Cocky words from a man best known for his gentle manner and unfailing courtesy in person. For many years he lived a relatively private life in his 12-room apartment on the Upper East Side with his wife, Sheila Wolfe, a graphic designer and former art director of Harper’s magazine, whom he married when he was 48 years old, and their two children, Alexandra and Thomas. All survive him.

Every morning he dressed in one of his signature outfits — a silk jacket, say, and double-breasted white vest, shirt, tie, pleated pants, red-and-white-socks and white shoes — and sat down at his typewriter. Every day he set himself a quota of 10 pages, triple-spaced. If he finished in three hours, he was done for the day. “If it takes me 12 hours, that’s too bad, I’ve got to do it,” he told George Plimpton in a 1991 Paris Review interview.

For many summers the Wolfes rented a house in Southampton, N.Y., where Mr. Wolfe continued to observe his daily writing routine as well as the fitness regimen from which he rarely faltered. In 1996 he suffered a heart attack at his gym and underwent quintuple bypass surgery. A period of severe depression followed, which Charlie Croker relived, in fictional form, in “A Man in Full.”

As for his remarkable attire, he called it “a harmless form of aggression.”

“I found early in the game that for me there’s no use trying to blend in,” he told The Paris Review. “I might as well be the village information-gatherer, the man from Mars who simply wants to know. Fortunately the world is full of people with information-compulsion who want to tell you their stories. They want to tell you things that you don’t know.”

The eccentricities of his adult life were a far cry from the normalcy of his childhood, which by all accounts was a happy one.

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                                       Thomas Kennerly Wolfe Jr.                                      March 2, 1931 – May 14, 2018 American author and journalist, best known for his association with and influence in stimulating the New Journalism literary movement, in which literary techniques are used extensively... reducing the traditional values of journalistic objectivity. Non-fiction:    The Kandy-Kolored Tangerine-Flake Streamline Baby (1965)    The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test (1968)    The Pump House Gang (1968)    Radical Chic & Mau-Mauing the Flak Catchers (1970)    The New Journalism (1973) (Ed. with EW Johnson)    The Painted Word (1975)    Mauve Gloves & Madmen, Clutter & Vine (1976)    The Right Stuff (1979)    In Our Time (1980)    From Bauhaus to Our House (1981)    The Purple Decades (1982)    Hooking Up (2000)    The Kingdom of Speech (2016) Novels:    The Bonfire of the Vanities (1987)    A Man in Full (1998)    I Am Charlotte Simmons (2004)    Back to Blood (2012) https://www.nytimes.com/2018/05/15/o...ies-at-87.html https://www.wsj.com/articles/tom-wol...-88-1526396720 https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tom_Wolfe