Tuesday, October 12, 2004
"Neal Pollack is the Norman Mailer of his generation, and Never Mind the Pollacks is his The Executioner's Song," or at least that's what Janeane Garofalo thinks, which is enough for us. We're sold. Bring on the Pollacks! For you doubters, though, the latest book from this widely published humorist is a satire of rock journalism, and that should be enough for you. Skewering every rock critic self-indulgence and showing its protagonist mysteriously appearing at every important moment in rock history, the novel traces the life of fictional and deceased "Neal Pollack" in interviews conducted by his archrival after his death. Bloated mythmaking and nearsighted hero worship have had it coming for a while now, so prepare to mock along with the author at 7 p.m. at the Booksmith, 1644 Haight (at Cole), S.F. Admission is free; call 863-8688 or visit www.booksmith.com.
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