Joe Brainard (1942–1994)

This is a very simple, but gloriously unclassifiable, idea: a list of about a thousand short prose poems, all starting with "I remember", and touching on memories of the author's childhood in provincial America in the 40s and 50s (Tulsa, Oklahoma) and his adult life as a gay man and visual artist in New York City, arranged in an apparently haphazard sequence that breaks down chronology and make us focus on patterns of ideas, images and emotions. It's funny, touching, serious, trivial, show more profound, naive and very clever, somewhere between American graffiti and City of night. A great assemblage of observations of middle-class, middle-American cultural trivia, interspersed with inept sexual experimentation and serious bar-cruising. Great fun! show less

If you’re not already madly in love with Nancy (and I think a ton of people are — I used to have a Nancy T-shirt and I couldn’t walk more than a couple blocks in NYC without someone stopping me to ask where I got it), you will be after looking at Joe Brainard’s The Nancy Book. I promise. I can’t remember the last time that a book cracked me up like this. (“If Nancy was a Ball” is perhaps the one that made me laugh most — it’s sort of inexplicably charming and weirdo-bizarro show more all at the same time.)

One caveat: if you're upset at the thought of Nancy in engaging in, um, adult activities, you should probably give a miss to the middle section of the book. show less

Con la fórmula de comezar cada frase con "Me acuerdo", Brainard hace un recorrido cultural y sentimental por los Estados Unidos de los 50-70 con mucho humor pero a veces profundo.
La originalidad del texto permite una lectura fácil y el autor nos lleva muchas veces a la carcajada, sobre todo cuándo te ves reflejad@ en algunos de sus recuerdos.

As the afterward by Ron Padgett makes clear, Joe Brainard’s I Remember is a meticulously crafted set of remembrances that only have the superficial appearance of being off-the-cuff. Brainard worked on various sets of his “I remember…” selections over the course of years, painstakingly printing them out by hand. Perhaps this is why there seems to be so little that is superfluous. Even very small remembrances seem utterly apt. It is surely a difficult technique which must often produce show more fatuous results in the many writing schools where it has been adopted as an exercise.

I found that the collection both reveals a very particular Joe Brainard to the reader even as it seems to cast a veil over him. But maybe that’s because I’m a suspicious reader. And there really isn’t a need to be here. Perhaps. In any case, this makes for a sometimes pleasant and always interesting read.

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