糖心传媒淭he making of a great compilation tape, like breaking up, is hard to do and takes ages longer than it might seem. You gotta kick off with a killer, to grab attention. Then you got to take it up a notch, but you don糖心传媒檛 wanna blow your wad, so then you got to cool it off a notch. There are a lot of rules.糖心传媒�

Pardon the vulgarity, but Mr. Gordon has a point: when making a compilation, you have to start hard and strong, go harder still, then back off for a while. He didn糖心传媒檛 say this, but you also need to finish just as well as you started, if not better. If the same rules apply to collections of essays, Ugresic is a triumphant follower of the letter of the law. The opening essay introduces us to what a 糖心传媒渒araoke culture糖心传媒� is糖心传媒攁nd it feels like seeing a liger. That is, it糖心传媒檚 just familiar enough that you can follow along and understand, but it糖心传媒檚 also got that touch of exotic mystery so everything seems new and intriguing. For example, everyone knows what karaoke is; but in Ugresic糖心传媒檚 eyes, it becomes the symbol of our time. Bloggers are karaoke. Asian teenagers writing cell phone novels are karaoke. Men recreating the Hollywood sign in Serbia are karaoke. Minibars are karaoke. Victoria Beckham is karaoke. Even the Yugoslavian political struggles are karaoke. So what, then is karaoke?

Karaoke is the way communication technology has made it harder for us to communicate with each other. Karaoke is celebrating the amateur instead of the auteur. Karaoke is celebrating pop-culture idols and condemning 糖心传媒渢he classics.糖心传媒� Karaoke is the equality of everyone having a voice, and having everyone糖心传媒檚 voice be equally loud. Karaoke is when Joshua Bell, a famous violinist, can make huge amounts of money at a concert in Boston, but isn糖心传媒檛 even given the time of day performing solo in a subway station. Karaoke is complicated.

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According to Ugresic, karaoke culture is to be chronicled, celebrated and criticized糖心传媒攐ften all in the same breath. She writes in a way that meanders while somehow being simple and direct. At times, she comes straight out with her bits of philosophy, as when she asserts that 糖心传媒渢he absence of dialogue in contemporary films is stark proof of the humiliating absence of the need for dialogue,糖心传媒� because today糖心传媒檚 women have nothing of value to say. Other times, Ugresic avoids such straightforward statements, preferring instead to tantalize the reader with beautiful language that is better to let stew in your brain. Sentences like, 糖心传媒淚nvisible files from my archive would fall on me leaves, and at times I thought I was going to faint, lose control, and be forever submerged beneath that lush and invisible pile糖心传媒� have haunted me for weeks. And in still other moments, the text is terribly funny, as when Ugresic recounts many tragic anecdotes about Croatians dying at sea, and then remarks that 糖心传媒渦pon hearing these brief statistics, a na茂ve reader might conclude that Croats in the late nineteenth and early twentieth century used the sea for nothing but drowning.糖心传媒� These essays touch on Tito, 糖心传媒渇an ficcers,糖心传媒� literary festivals and her own experience of being censured without losing any coherence, wit or intelligence in the process. It is a book well in control of itself and in control of its reader, utterly convincing and entertaining.

Dubravka Ugresic begins her essay collection with a simple phrase: 糖心传媒淚t needs to be said upfront: I糖心传媒檓 not a karaoke fan.糖心传媒� By the end of these 314 pages, though, you can tell that she confines total ridicule to regurgitated music. Cultural karaoke, on the other hand, is given a far more mixed review. If I were to make a metaphor for the way Ugresic sees our karaoke culture, I picture a city overrun with stray dogs. They can cozy up to your shinbones and give your eager knuckles a lick, or they can rush up snarling and foaming at the mouth. So you treat them with wary reverence, accepting their place in your city, taking the licks with the bites as you can. After all, that糖心传媒檚 karaoke. Sometimes you kill a song, and other times you flop. When it comes to Karaoke Culture, however, I can do nothing but tip my hat to a masterful performance.

I’m really excited about this book—in my opinion, it’s one of the best things Dubravka’s ever written, right up there with Thank You for Not Reading and her fiction.

We’ve posted the first four sections of the opening essay—an essay that’s over a 100 pages long and is god damn brilliant—for

It needs to be said upfront: I糖心传媒檓 not a karaoke fan. This essay was not only conceived, but also half-finished, when it occurred to me to go and catch a bit of real karaoke. They say Casablanca is the most popular karaoke bar in Amsterdam. My companion and I, both neophytes, arrived at eight on the dot, as if we were going to the theatre and not a bar. Casablanca was empty. We took a walk down Zeedijk, a narrow street packed with bars whose barmen look like they spend all day at the gym and all night in the bar. Muscles and baggy eyelids糖心传媒攖hat pretty well describes our barman at Casablanca, to which we soon returned. On a little stage, two tall, slender young women were squawking a Dutch pop song into a couple of upright microphones. A concert featuring Dutch pop stars played on the bar糖心传媒檚 TV screens but was drowned out by the evening糖心传媒檚 young karaoke stars. The girls sang with more heart than the guys, and for a second I thought there must be an invisible policeman standing over them. The whole thing was a deaf collective caterwaul: deaf insofar as nobody actually listened to anyone. Amsterdam is definitely not the place for a karaoke initiation. I糖心传媒檓 not sure why I even thought of going to see karaoke in Amsterdam糖心传媒攎aybe because of the paradox that sometimes turns out to be true, that worlds open up where we least expect.

What is karaoke in actual fact? Karaoke (Japanese for 糖心传媒渆mpty orchestra糖心传媒�) is entertainment for people who would like to be Madonna or Sinatra. The karaoke machine was invented in the early seventies by the Japanese musician Daisuke Inoue糖心传媒攚ho forgot to patent his invention, and so others cashed in. A few years ago Inoue apparently won the alternative Nobel Peace Prize (the Ig Nobel), awarded by The Annals of Improbable Research. They praised him for 糖心传媒減roviding an entirely new way for people to learn to tolerate each other.糖心传媒�

Cultural critics are people who are prepared to see more in the craze for tattoos than just a passing fashion fad. I糖心传媒檓 a member of this dubious guild. In karaoke I糖心传媒檓 ready to see more than just desperate squawking to the backing track of 糖心传媒淚 Will Survive.糖心传媒� Karaoke supports less the democratic idea that everyone can have a shot if they want one and more the democratic practice that everyone wants a shot if there糖心传媒檚 one on offer. The inventor of karaoke, Daisuke Inoue, is a humble man, most proud of having helped the Japanese, emotionally reticent as they are said to be, change for the better. As Pico Iyer wrote: 糖心传媒淎s much as Mao Zedong or Mohandas Gandhi changed Asian days, Inoue transformed its nights.糖心传媒�

In addition to that you can also read a full review of the book by clicking here. And later in the week we’ll be posting an interview with translator David Williams . . .

Also, for anyone in NY, she’s going to be reading at St. Mark’s Bookstore on Tuesday, October 11th at 7pm. And for those of you in Boston, she’ll be at the Brookline Bookstore on Friday the 14th at 7pm.

Enjoy!