He’s living high on the hog making supplements for hogs.
What we are left with is a staggeringly talented, terror-struck symbol of our collective longing for an occult solution to human suffering.
Just read the original New York Times review for Bad, and it’s pretty fascinating. It’s hard to think of Jackson’s later-years tranformation as something new, since that’s basically the guy I grew up with, but Stephen Holden did, and his insights are striking. This part in in particular seems sadly on the mark:
Posing as a benign, alien star-child stranded somewhere between Disneyland and the astral home of ”E. T.,” he seems to want to demonstrate that spiritual salvation can only be attained by willfully evading reality and remaining a child. What a profoundly pessimistic message! For his self-transformation into a cartoonlike character of his own invention represents a rejection of the very humanity he has sought to help and enlighten through songs like ”We Are the World” and ”Bad.”
For me, this will be the enduring memory of election night 2008: One generation released its grief. The next looked up confusedly, eager to please and yet unable to comprehend just what the tears were about.
This is really powerful. I love this lady.
Like many Americans, I first saw Barack Obama at the 2004 Democratic convention. I remember telling my wife excitedly, ‘This guy is probably stuffed after a cup of minestrone!’