I've only recently discovered the writings of Tom Wolfe. I've known about him for some time – mainly because of his appearances on The Simpsons – but now I've finally got to actually reading him.
For starters I've chosen his 'Radical Chic' (1970) which describes a party hosted by Leonard Bernstein and his wife Felicia for raise money for the Black Panthers.
In the beginning of Radical Chic is this paragraph that I just have to share – because I'm a fan of great writing, and this is (I believe) great writing, a description of the clashing of worlds that is radical chic:
Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. These are nice. Little Roquefort cheese morsels rolled in crushed nuts. Very tasty. Very subtle It's the way the dry sackiness of the nuts tiptoes up against the dour savor of the cheese that is so nice, so subtle. Wonder what the Black Panthers eat here on the hors d'oeuvre trail? Do the Panthers like little Roquefort cheese morsels rolled in crushed nuts this way, and asparagus tips in mayonnaise dabs, and meatballs petites au Coq Hardi, all of which are at this very moment being offered to them on gadrooned silver platters by maids in black uniforms with hand-ironed white aprons . . . The butler will bring them their drinks . . . Deny it if you wish to, but such are the pensées métaphysiques that rush through one's head on these Radical Chic evenings just now in New York. For example, does that huge Black Panther there in the hallway, the one shaking hands with Felicia Bernstein herself, the one with the black leather coat and the dark glasses and the absolutely unbelievable Afro, Fuzzy-Wuzzy-scale, in fact—is he, a Black Panther, going on to pick up a Roquefort cheese morsel rolled in crushed nuts from off the tray, from a maid in uniform, and just pop it down the gullet without so much as missing a beat of Felicia's perfect Mary Astor voice . . .
You can read a longer excerpt at TomWolfe.com.
Tagged: Radical Chic, Tom Wolfe
