By DAVID CARR
Published: March 18, 2010
Truth in the matter of memoir has always seemed evanescent and,
more often lately, either elusive or absent. Memories of the self are
often in service of other agendas, including the settling of scores and
the creation of a hero where a mere man once stood.
From “Backing Into Forward”
Suzanne DeChillo/The New York Times
Jules Feiffer in 2003.
Those questions, and the recent travails of the genre, seem at great
remove to the reader of “Backing Into Forward,” by
Jules Feiffer. Reading
Feiffer, you know where the truth lies because it is there on every page
— resonant, self-lacerating and frequently hilarious. How else to
explain Feiffer’s frank admissions that he could not stand his mother,
even dead; that he coveted the success of peers; that he reflexively
courted fame and the famous; and that the mysterious
Woody Allen was not really
so mysterious to him?
Ostensibly the memoir of an acclaimed
cartoonist, “Backing Into Forward” is a portrait of a certain kind of
New York during a specific era: the cultural and political foment of the
1950s, ’60s and ’70s. In that sense, “Backing Into Forward” is a
prequel to
“Just
Kids,” Patti Smith’s memoir,
which concurrently serves as a prism on New York’s artistic class.
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