i bought this book not long ago off of some canuck for a measly four dollars. when i got it, i quickly realized that it had been lifted from the fort vancouver regional library, (complete with stamp and sticker identification), and sold over the internet on amazon.com for next to nothing. i thought to myself “gee, how perfect is that.” now i’m not going to go on like a high school girl about just how amazing and life changing this book turned out to be, (because let’s face it, we all know what book that would be…). instead, i’m going to do what i wish every other book review out there would do and that is cut to the chase. there are 15 easy to read chapters covering the biggest of the biggies in life such as love, beauty, fame, success, work and death, and all of it in andy’s own voice which sounds a little like…
on love: the best love is not-to-think-about-it love. some people can have sex and really let their minds go blank and fill up with sex; other people can never let their minds go blank and feel up with sex, so while they’re having the sex they’re thinking, “can this really be me? am i really doing this? five minutes ago i wasn’t doing this. in a little while i won’t be doing it. what would mom say?” so the first type of person- the type that can let their minds go blank are better off. the other type has to find something else to relax with and get lost in.
on beauty: sometimes people having nervous breakdown problems can look very beautiful because they have that fragile something to the way they move or walk. they put out a mood that makes them more beautiful.
on fame: a good reason to be famous is so you can read all the big magazines and know everybody in all the stories. page after page it’s just all people you’ve met. i love that kind of reading experience and that’s the best reason to be famous.
on success: i hate pennies. i wish they’d stop making them altogether. i would never save them. i don’t have the time. i like to say in stores, “oh forget it, keep those pennies. it makes my french wallet too heavy.”
on work: i suppose i have a really loose interpretation of “work” because i think that just being alive is so much work at something you don’t always want to do. being born is like being kidnapped. and then sold into slavery. people are working every minute. the machinery is always going. even when you sleep.
on death, (a single, small entry): i don’t believe in it, because you’re not around to know that it’s happened. i can’t say anything about it because i’m not prepared for it.
and that’s all he wrote… well that i’m willing to retype for any of you. if you’re the least bit interested in the enigma that is andy warhol, i sincerely suggest you pick up a copy of your own. it’s a wonderfully intimate and humorous look at life, love and the pursuit of happiness through the eyes of one of the greatest innovators of the 20th century.
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