I Am Charlotte Simmons by Tom Wolfe is a gross book, a crass and crude and bawdy book, or at least it’s a story containing a heavy dose of those things however negatively (read: unappealingly) they are presented. And this is exactly where its merits lie.
Many people consider themselves cultural connoisseurs and therefore rationalize spending inordinate amounts of time watching stupid, obscene, softly pornographic and gratuitously violent films (books not as much because of the amount of work involved to digest them) only to say that “this movie [sorry, “film”] is a great example of depravity….” So a movie like The Departed is somehow considered worthwhile. Yeah, if you were considering the career path of organized crime. Continue reading