If you are not already familiar with the work of the critic Terry Teachout, this fat, satisfying collection of his writing will turn you into a fan who keeps a lookout for his reviews (like me.) He started out as a musician but soon revealed a startling range of mastery of writing about theater, dance, literature and the movies. He is known as a conservative, although he strikes me as much more moderate in temperament than many of the more well-known red-hot leftists who write about the arts. And he's cosmopolitan enough for his writing to appear in the "New York Times" and "Washington Post" as well as "National Review" and "The New Criterion." In the introduction he declares what he has deciphered about the culture in the last 15 years: that strange time of "post-modernism" where no one believed that anything was real except the self, was ending in the 1990's even before the cataclysmic shock of 9/11. And that expired, unlamented "middle-brow" culture that existed before the 1960's may in fact point a way out of the morass.
Teachout has an informal conversational style that nevertheless displays his great learning (very lightly.) Unlike a lot of critics, particularly self-conscious post-modernists, he is a lot of fun to read. It appears Teachout owes much of his allegiance to the great Modernist tradition that produced jazz, Aaron Copland, Leonard Bernstein, and Willa Cather; and the popular culture of Ed Sullivan, Chuck Jones, Dawn Powell, Frank Sinatra and Tom Wolfe. (Wolfe could be considered Teachout's Godfather or grey eminence.)
Some of my favorite essays in this volume are: "Norman Mailer: Forgotten But Not Gone", a stinging take-down of Mailer's tattered reputation. "Stephen Sondheim's Unsettled Scores" in which Teachout proclaims "Sweeney Todd" the greatest American opera. "That Wascally Professor", his joyous analysis of the great old Warner Brother Looney Toons. "The New New Music", about the death of serialism, atonality, and the recovery of melody (and sanity) in classical music. "My Friend Nancy", his touching memoir of the too-soon deceased cabaret singer Nancy LaMott. "Tolstoy's Contraption", about how possibly the best writers today are not writing novels but making independent films (Whit Stillman, Darren Aronofsky, Kevin Smith, etc.) "Scoundrel Time", the definitive internment of the disgusting Lillian Hellman. "Seven Hundred Pretty Good Books", a nostalgic tribute to the fast-fading memory of the Book of the Month Club. Well, I could go on and on. Ther's also witty, insightful considerations of Camille Paglia, Tom Wolfe, John Steinbeck, Elvis, David Helfgott, John Sayles, Whittaker Chambers, 'The Sopranos"... This book is a feast, and if you are a fan of popular culture you can't afford to miss it.