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It's the glasses of course. Woody Allen's thick black eyeglasses. It's his glasses that standout so vividly in the photograph of Allen that graced the cover of the Los Angeles Time's Book Review section a few weeks ago. There stands Woody Allen staring at the camera with his hands deep in his pockets - seventy-one years old, dressed in black corduroy trousers and a tweed sport jacket.
The review is an unabashed love letter from its author Jerry Staul to Woody Allen on the release of Allen's new collection of humorous short stories, "Mere Anarchy." I read Staul's review twice because it was so well written and humorous in its own right. I was convinced by Staul's review to buy Allen's book - actually trying to by the book is a story in itself.
First of all, the book store in which I had planned to purchase "Mere Anarchy" was completly sold out (even though their website indicated the book was in stock). Plus...I had a coupon and would have saved 20% off the $21.95 price tag. If I had had any sense I would have asked for a rain-check...no...I would have demanded a rain-check - but I was running late for a lunch date with a friend and couldn't spare the time.
Long story short: I eventually bought Allen's book after lunch at another book store. I paid full price and then the store had the nerve to ask me if I wanted to spend another $25.00 more and join their "Club." I just said, "No thanks."
Unfortunatly, "Mere Anarchy" is an extremely tedious read. It is a rather slim 160 pages of tremendously over written stories. It's like Woody Allen doing a terrible imitation of himself. He's had a lot of troubles over the last decade and this book will do nothing to help that.
Lesson learned: Don't believe every thing you read.
rating scale: 1.5 out of 5.
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Raymond Carver - his life and stories.
