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The Mainly Annual
EastWesterly Review/Postmodern Village
12th Annual Conference
Pop Goes the Culture ('Cuz the Culture Goes Pop)
Reagan Ice Cream: on Culinarian Contingencies and Iran-Contra
- the Celebrity Chef, the Roman-a-Clef, and the Presidential
Chimp, a Po-Morality Tale
by E.W. Wilder
Hang in there, Wilder, they’ll revive the office of Special
Prosecutor just for you . . . some day. After Cherry’s
heated presentation, however, the free frozen confections were
welcome, if a bit soupy in the broiling West-Aussie air.
Five: the Cartoon as ModRock - Nerds on Parade
by Ray Gene Thames
Until each of Dave Matthews’ actions comes with an ancillary
funny noise, we’ll remain skeptical. But Thames’
paper saved the day in the end with the seance to channel the
spirit of Mel Blanc. What’s up, Doc? Scrüj MacDuhk.
Hop: How Inevitable Blackification has Finally Evaded Redneck
by H. Pap Brown
It had to happen sooner or later; we’re just atwitty
with anticipation of Brown’s Compton PRCA Tho’ Down
and Open Mic Night slated for September. Bring your Sean-Jean
chaps and ten-gallon Kango! and meet me at the Courvoisier stand.
to Be Me and Me: Political Correctness on the FoxNews (Mirror)
by Annie Kuntsler
If you’d ever thought that the pundits on Rupert Murdoch’s
mouthpiece sounded a bit like a bunch of stuffy white guys congratulating
themselves on how much they agree with each other, then Kuntsler’s
paper would be for you. Her diagrams of how the FoxNews corp’s
flow chart resembles a demonstration of phallic auto-eroticism
was a slam dunk. They all hated Jocelyn Elders simply because
she had their number.
Jim Dugan, Tornadoes, Tools, and the Runaway Bride: “Hard”ware
and “Hard” News in the Cage Match for the Crown
of King of Cable
by Dean Lanny
Having thought we’d left tornado wrestling to Pecos Bill,
I was as surprised as the next gal that such a sport existed.
But Dean’s angry, screaming delivery distracted a bit
and made one wonder if one could catch a rerun of Matlock
instead of watching him present his paper. When the 2X4 went
through the window and chairs began to fly, everybody ran for
Handwriting Analysis, CSI, and The New Forensicism,
or Horatio Caine and the Hand of George Sand
by Jack K. Quincy
For those who thought The New Historicism a bit too vague and
wishy-washy, Quincy presents us with a critical apparatus that
will provide many an English department ample opportunities
to write grant proposals to the NIH and the FBI for equipment
and expertise. For those seriously into books, Quincy
opens up the possibility for literal literary deconstruction.
Disturbingly, the blacklight also revealed the traces of past
readers’ congealed phlegm. As awful as it sounds, nose-picking
is now being shown to be a necessary component of cogitation.
Quincy’s analytical techniques may be genius, but do we
really want to know about the vast new realms in the reams between
Duck: Disnification, Corporate Desperation, and How Culture
Eats Its Brow
by Mallory Canard
From Eisner to Einstein, from Beauty and the Beast
to the Beastie Boys, there is no way to stay relevant better
than making the inaccessible execrable. But if we stay on this
trace, art and literature will be E=MC-screwed. Still, we’re
not sure Mallory’s suggestion to terrorize Epcot with
duck calls would get through. Unlike in the ‘60s, we can’t
protest the devolution of culture by burning our brows.
the Cock Crew: Cultural Gang Rape in the Year of the Rooster
by Chance E. Clare
All we could do is cluck “Too true! Too true!”
on Culture: How The Red Balloon Sold Its Soul to the Corporate
by May Mervyn, Isadora Magnin, and Carson P. Scott
Combining “ingénueity” and wicked business
acumen, the lonesome Red Balloon of children’s film fame
has made quite a career for herself recently. But who is using
whom? Mervyn, Magnin and Scott weave Aristotle, interplay, and
a theology of disco[u]ntent in such a way as to make this observer
wonder if perhaps she should expect more when she pays less.
All that said, gift certificates for those who sat through the
whole paper even after the bar opened would have been a nice
Dog Racing, Monster Garage and the Economy of Swedish
by Jan Stockholm
[Re]combining the latest in genetic engineering with the spirit
of cable TV, Stockholm shows how the future of mass [re]production
is really mass customization. His chopped and channeled massage
chair was welcome, but the poor huskies with the flame-job fur
suffered miserably in the Jigalong heat.
We’d like to thank all of this year’s participants
for putting up with the mud and the heat and the relative lack of
civilization, but how better to demonstrate Othering than with smothering
heat and lung-damaging dust intercut with spikes of torrential rain?
Had Sylvia Plath been Australian, we’d have all these tropes
of femynyn alienation to work with already. Sometimes culture is created
for the critics; sometimes the critics must create the culture.
We’d also like to thank special guest Colin Hay
for his work as emcee and impromptu Combi mechanic and for his lovely
rendition of “It’s a Mistake” to kick off the conference
on the proper note.
We are continually reminded of the extreme sacrifices
the academic must make and our continuing outsider status, like the
long-suffering Aborigynals of Jigalong who, try as they might, are
so co-opted by the patriarchal hegemony that they can’t even
seem to give a damn about Annette Kolodny, and who are so distanced
from their own Otherness that they think Gilbert and Gubar are two
different flavors of candy. May the Goddess have mercy on us all.