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Novel “The Adults” reminiscent of Salinger’s style

By Carolyn Williams

Staff Writer

Alison Espach’s “The Adults” represents yet another take on the ever-popular coming-of-age story. Set primarily in Fairfield County, Conn., it centers on the confusing and dramatic adolescence and young adulthood of Emily Vidal, whose sharp narration carries the novel throughout the twists and turns of her unusual life.

“The Adults” opens at a seemingly innocent cocktail party, hosted on the Vidal family patio in the mid-1990s, celebrating the 50th birthday of Emily’s father. Things seem normal for perhaps one page, but 15-year-old Emily reveals almost immediately that appearances are not always what they seem. Not only is Emily’s father taking a job in Prague, she and her childhood friends stumble upon him feeling up the Vidal’s next-door neighbor, who happens to be the mother of Emily’s longtime crush.

Next, the Vidal parents announce their impending divorce just as Emily’s first semester of high school begins. Struggling with upheaval at home and the cruel politics of the high school microcosm, Emily attempts to blend into the crowd of “the other girls,” all of whom are rail-thin and confident in both their bodies and their standing with the opposite sex. As her mother sinks into a post-divorce depression, Emily attempts to bring her back to life with new interior designs. She has trouble, however, separating her mother from her persistent glass of wine (an expensive bouquet, courtesy of alimony). Meanwhile, Emily inadvertently witnesses the suicide of the cuckolded neighbor and is informed that his widow is carrying her father’s lovechild. Throw in a relationship with her handsome young English teacher and the soap opera of Emily’s high school years still isn’t entirely mapped out.

Since Salinger’s seminal “The Catcher in the Rye” changed the rules of the coming-of-age novel in 1951, it seems nearly impossible for any writer to attempt the genre without being held up to the template of Holden Caulfield. Unfortunately, Emily Vidal, though an adept social observer and an undeniably entertaining narrator, does not measure up to her esteemed competition. American writers and their native audiences seem particularly enchanted with the genre, and perhaps “The Adults” might have stood a better chance without such great recent works as C. D. Payne’s “Youth in Revolt” or Victor Lodato’s “Mathilda Savitch” distracting from its legitimate merits.

Emily definitely speaks in a distinguishing voice, but the book might have worked better had Espach restrained herself to Emily’s high school years. Instead, she tells the story in uncomfortably irregular fits and starts, jumping over college almost entirely to get to young adulthood in Europe. Perhaps, in trying to make her heroine worthy of positive comparison to the infamous Holden, Espach goes a little too far, only failing to reinvent a genre as Salinger once did.

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Off the Beat and Path: Reinventing Axl Rose

By Rob O’Donnell

Columnist

My favorite quote I’ve ever heard about Against Me! is, “This band makes cigarettes look healthy.” The singer describes himself in the song, “Baby, I’m an Anarchist” as “a Molotov cocktail.” And it is completely true. So, yes, this week’s artist is very different from the acoustic and folk bands that I’ve been reviewing. Against Me!’s album, “Reinventing Axl Rose,” is classified in the hardcore punk genre.

Some of you may have heard of Against Me! from their more recent, popular songs “Thrash Unreal” or “I Was a Teenage Anarchist.” Those songs have nothing to do with the sound of this album. This was their first album with a full band, released in 2002, back when they were still true punk. Unfortunately, they have recently moved away from that genre.

The music on this album is complex and entertaining. The sound of it is very gritty and there are even a few mistakes here and there, but it all adds to the overall feel of the album. It wasn’t made to be perfect, because that would strip it of its emotion and rawness. It shows their desire to be more than just another pop-rock band. The music has the raw energy of old Irish drinking songs, but every song drives home a point, either personal or political.

Against Me! is a very political band, but not every song on the album deals with their beliefs. While a few songs that are purely political, most are about heartbreak and other topics most people can relate to. The best lyrics are in the song “Pints of Guinness Make You Strong.” Apparently written about Tom Gabel’s grandparents, it tells the story about a man who died an alcoholic at 37, leaving behind a widow who loved him for the rest of her life. It is one of the most touching stories I’ve heard in a song, despite the fact that most people dismiss this band as too political or too radical to be personal.

Gabel’s voice is, well, an acquired taste. I honestly don’t know how he still has vocal chords after recording this album. He mixes screaming with softer vocals depending on the song and the emotion needed. Staying in tune and sounding nice isn’t a huge priority for him, so it can take awhile for listeners to appreciate the beauty of it. But trust me, once you listen to it enough, you can’t help but judge all other singers for their lack of true emotion.

So that’s why, if you like folk music, you shouldn’t dismiss this album just because it sounds different. Because when it comes down to it, they’re pretty similar genres. Both place an emphasis on lyrics and emotion rather than the aesthetic or prettiness of a song. The only difference is that punk is louder–much, much louder.

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From the Mind of Wiley Jack: Great job, society

By Jack Wiles

Columnist

Society as a whole is rapidly deteriorating. I can see it on the television screens, online, in the eyes of our youth, and on college campuses. I will provide an example of each.

First, we have television. When I was young, “TV-MA” didn’t even exist. Once it did, any show rated inappropriately only came on air after 11 p.m. As I write this, it is 8:30 p.m. and “South Park” is on Comedy Central. Currently, Cartman is attempting to crap out of his mouth. Oh, there he goes, he did it. I’m not a father yet, but one day I hope to be, and that is not something I would want my 5-year-old to see because he was flipping through channels. Next thing you know little Johnny will be trying to show off to his buddies by crapping out of his mouth. Great job, society.

The problem with the World Wide Interwebs these days is that there are scams and nudity everywhere. The Internet provides us with “scamudity”: scams and nudity. Pretty much every 12- or 13-year-old these days has a Facebook account. There are ads on the side of Facebook that feature some type of scandalous woman inviting users to “meet hot singles today.” Now, I’d like to think that my 12-year-old son would like to meet hot singles at some point in his future, but he should wait a while and not do it online, where he may meet some creepy 40-year-old man. Great job, society.

Our youth: the key to our future, the gateway to a civilized society. Have you seen these little punks lately? They roam the streets destroying things and respecting no one, as if the world were a post-apocalyptic garbage land, like Mad Max, beyond the thunder-dome or not. They went from boxing each other to UFC fighting, from soapbox derby racing to full speed chicken races in stolen cars. Next step: fights to the death. Great job, society.

And finally, the most serious one: college campuses. The kids in college today are animals. Even at higher institutions of learning like the University, there are “young adults” drinking too much, abusing drugs left and right, fornicating everywhere and burning things to the ground. They are being unsafe; turning what they think is a social life into a spiral staircase that leads to their demise. We have to take a stand and stop this life that college students lead. Disallow all parties, raid the entire campus and eradicate Greek Life forever. Great job, society.

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Sleeping Around: BDSM

By Stacey Lace

Columnist

Some people like it rough. I think the appeal comes from the thought of either being in charge or being totally dominated. So popular, the term “BDSM” has been coined to mean bondage, domination, sadism and masochism.

Rough play has even made its way into pop culture. In the first season of “Desperate Housewives,” Bree’s husband habitually visited a dominatrix prostitutional housewife. Rihanna released “S&M” in January 2011, debuting it at No. 53 on the Billboard Hot 100 chart and moving all the way up to No. 1. The song has even been certified double platinum.

With all of this hype, it seems like some whips and chains might not just excite Rihanna, but could excite the rest of us, too. At first I was pretty skeptical to get involved in BDSM myself, but Rihanna’s urging has given me the encouragement to find out more. I feel as though the heat created by a dominating situation might put a little hot sauce on my otherwise red-pepper-flaked sex life.

Whenever people start thinking about BDSM activities, we can’t help but think of the props that might complete the experience. I’m particularly interested in handcuffs, whips, gags and a little blindfolding.

I’m not so sure I’d experiment with bondage quite yet, but the blindfolding could be fun and wouldn’t necessarily be as “rough” as other props. I realize this sounds like something straight out of “Cosmopolitan,” but I think the anticipation of not necessarily knowing what thrilling sexual act will be performed next can be a great turn on.

The BDSM attire also shouldn’t go unnoticed. Personally, I love the way black thigh high leather boots look. I have a pair that makes me my legs look rocking. I’ve also always been a big fan of sexy lingerie. A lacy black get-up can create a nice juxtaposition with the leather boots or a black leather jewelry piece with metal spikes. (I personally think the dog collar is a little much, but I can see the appeal for some.)

Every time I get down and dirty doesn’t need to be the greatest thrill I’ve ever experienced, but I think throwing in a little variety can kick up the satisfaction a notch or two. Sometimes, a little BDSM can get the job done.

Disclaimer: In no way are BDSM activity and non-consensual sex the same. Prior to engaging in any type of BDSM behavior, consent of all parties involved should be clearly stated.

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Poet-in-residence provides valuable feedback

By Michelle Reed

Contributing Writer

Poetry, one of the most powerful literary forms of all time, has the ability to create personal connections between writer and audience.

On Jan. 31, Mark Doty enchanted the audience in Bucknell Hall with a reading of poems from his National Book Award winning collection, “Fire to Fire.” Seven students had an even closer encounter with Doty’s poetic prowess: a master class.

During his time as The Stadler Center for Poetry’s 2011-2012 poet-in-residence, Doty taught two advanced poetry workshops at the “Poet’s Cottage” on campus to a small group of students. These writers were required to submit a portfolio of their work well ahead of Doty’s visit to be considered for a spot in the class.

Along with the two three-hour workshop sessions, members of the class were able to meet with Doty one-on-one to discuss their writing. Lauren Krichilsky ’12 found the conference time with Doty especially rewarding.

“Meeting Mark on a personal level to discuss a few of my works enabled me not only to better understand myself as a writer, but also to edit to near completion a poem with which I was struggling,” Krichilsky said. “In fact, I have since submitted that poem to a contest.”

Students who took the workshop enjoyed the informal setting.

“Doty promoted a casual atmosphere by opting to conduct class not in a classroom,” William Bonfiglio ’12 said.

Bonfiglio also took The Stadler Center for Poetry’s poet-in-residence master class last spring with poet Natasha Trethewey.

“Bucknell provides a unique opportunity each spring to work in an intimate setting with an established poet,” Bonfiglio said. “I’ve found that any experience shared with a published writer can be beneficial. Each has his or her own stories and advice to share, and they’re eager to offer guidance.”

Students described Doty’s master class as an “unforgettable” experience, noting the benefit of collaborating with a community of writers.

“The Mark Doty workshop was an amazing way to connect with other Bucknellians who share a passion for poetry,” Krichilsky said. “I hope that master classes will more occasionally be available to Bucknellians. That way, students can realize the true importance of poetry and its relevance today.”

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Senior recital: Emily Lattal

By Jen Lassen

Arts & Life Editor

The thought of performing in front of peers, family and faculty members typically makes most people’s crawl … especially if the performance includes singing.

For Emily Lattal ’12, this type of performance is a piece of cake.

On Sunday, Feb. 19, Lattal gave her senior recital, the culmination of all of her studio voice lessons she takes for class credit each semester. Lattal, who studies under the direction of associate professor of music Catherine Payn, credits her as being a “wonderfully talented and supportive mentor.”

Last March, Lattal performed a junior recital for an audience at the University, and ever since then she has been practicing for her senior recital.

“I was able to choose some of the music myself, and the rest had been assigned to me gradually since then. I practice about one and a half hours per day throughout the year, and two to three hours per night for the weeks leading up to the recital,” Lattal said.

Obviously, Lattal is not one to shy away from the limelight. Having performed at countless classical voice and opera experiences, Lattal has also thoroughly enjoyed singing with the University’s all-female a cappella group, the Silhouettes.

As a current college senior, it is only appropriate that Lattal look back on her musical journey that led to her culminating senior performance.

“I had participated in musical theater and choirs from sixth grade through high school and loved experience of performing! Through voice lessons, I discovered that my voice is most appropriate for classical music. I wanted to explore performance through college, but it was important to me that I receive a strong liberal arts education as well,” Lattal said.

Since Lattal values the University not only for the vocal opportunities it afforded her, but for the education she has received.

“There is a special place in my heart for my freshman hallmates from the Arts Residential College. The common interest housing really helped us develop a lasting bond. My most exciting experience has been my work at the Nueva Vida Health Clinic in Nicaragua with the Bucknell Brigade,” Lattal said.

As a music performance major, Lattal plans to continue studying classical music in addition to performing, yet she wants her career to be focused on the administrative side of performance.

“I would love to work in development, marketing or outreach for an opera company or another performing arts organization,” Lattal said.

To her delight, Lattal’s senior recital accomplished the goals she set for herself from the start.

“My main goal in performing my senior recital was to pull together all I have learned about vocal technique, acting, language study and musicality over the last four years. I do believe that I demonstrated my improvement in these areas and I truly enjoyed giving the performance,” Lattal said.

Certainly, there’s nothing better than putting in hard work and having it pay off; figuratively, and literally for those who attended her performance, it sounds like this is what happened for Lattal. We can look forward to hearing more from this talented senior in the near future, but in the mean time, we can all only hope to imitate the same work ethic and dedication that allowed Lattal to put on a stellar performance after days and months of hard work. In Lattal’s case, practice does truly make perfect.

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Unique film “The Artist” dominates Oscar nominations

By Carolyn Williams

Staff Writer

If the first thing you think when someone brings up “The Artist” is that the average modern moviegoer wouldn’t want to sit through what they think will be an outdated, black and white silent film, think again. Michel Hazanavicius’s new movie is light, funny and a genuine delight to see.

George Valentin (Jean Dujardin) stars as one of the most famous silent movie stars in Hollywood. Conceited and egocentric, but with his heart in the right place, Valentin is on top of the world. He meets the young dancer, Peppy Miller (Bérénice Bejo), on the set of one of his starring roles, and is impressed with her charm, taking her under his wing. Valentin tells Peppy she needs something to set her apart from the competition and draws on a beauty mark, which will become her signature look. Little does Valentin know that Peppy’s on the way up, and he’s on the way down.

With the advent of talkies, many young stars, like Peppy, get their big break, while Valentin, who publicly denounces the new technology as a fad, fades into the distance, losing his fame and fortune with only his dog, his performing partner, to keep him company. But Peppy has not forgotten who gave her the first help she ever got in Hollywood and is determined to pull him out of his slump.

In true silent movie style, the cast of “The Artist” are from all over the world, with a variety of native tongues. (Dujardin is French, Bejo is Argentinean, for example). The supporting cast is excellent, particularly John Goodman as the formidable film studio head.

Remember, this is a silent film about the first movies with sound and Hazanavicius is very sly about this subject material, which pays off dividends. The modern silent film does have a great soundtrack, rather than the outdated piano being played in the theatre. Deprived of sound, the actors do have to ham it up a little, but within the context of the film, it works, particularly for the extremely expressive Dujardin.

And, really, if anyone needs any more verification that “The Artist” is worth the ticket price, they can consider the fact that it has 10 Oscar nominations, including Best Picture, Best Director, Best Actor for Dujardin and Best Supporting Actress for Bejo. After already taking home three Golden Globes last month, critics are predicting even more success for “The Artist” this Sunday. But regardless of what film aficionados say, “The Artist” is truly one of the most charming movies of this or any year, and you’ll thank yourself for seeing it.

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Off the Beat and Path: The Wild Hunt

Rob O’Donnell

Columnist

I could start this column with a series of lame jokes about The Tallest Man on Earth’s actual height. Trust me, I tried a few out on my friend, and I’m lucky he’s so nice. Instead, I’m just going to jump right into reviewing the Swedish singer-songwriter’s album, “The Wild Hunt.”

The Tallest Man on Earth’s real name is Kristian Matsson, and based on his biography, I assume English is his second language. When you listen to his music, you wouldn’t believe it. His lyrics are absolutely original. My first language is English, I am an English major, and I still would have no chance at matching him. His style is very abstract, so it took me a few listens to truly understand most of the songs. But once you start dissecting them, they start to make more sense. Each song is an intensely personal story, so it has to be dealt with individually. I believe abstraction is his way of distancing himself from pain so he can sing with intense emotion and not break down.

He recorded all of the songs at his house by himself, yet the quality is flawless. It’s hard to describe the music, as it’s like nothing I’ve ever heard before. His guitar is fiery and complex, but breaks your heart at the same time. He is one of those rare musicians like John Frusciante who can tell you their emotions just by playing the guitar. It’s acoustic folk guitar but feels like a full band.

The vocals are probably what draw most people in. I would say he’s a cross between early Bob Dylan and Robert Johnson, the infamous blues musician. But at the same time, he is so distinguished it’s almost unfair to compare him to anybody else. His work is rasping and cutting, yet incredibly delicate when he wants. The last song, “Kids on the Run,” is him on a piano, and the result almost made me laugh the first time I heard it. The juxtaposition of the soft, sweet piano and his razor blade voice is unnerving at first, but now it is easily my favorite song on the album.

It takes a little while to get used to his style, but once you do, he has no equal. You truly believe every word he sings, because he sings with such passion he could not possibly be superficial. So when he says “Rumor has it that I wasn’t born, I just walked in one frosty morn’, into the vision of some vacant mind,” I believe him. Because that’s what I imagined when I first listened to his album.

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From the Mind of Wiley Jack: The I Love List

By Jack Wiles

Columnist

Lately there’s been a great deal of  anger around this campus, and admittedly I myself have contributed. To counteract this ornery, negative vibe that recently has been seeping from the walls, I have begun to think about the things that I love. So, for this week, here is another list: The I Love List.

1. I love rodents. I don’t care what anyone says, the Rodentia order of mammals are the cutest animals ever. They are also extremely unintelligent, which makes them easy to manipulate. If you put one in a cage, watching it run a wheel makes anybody’s day.

2. I love processed foods. Why would you want a natural cut of steak when you can eat meat from a gun or a can? Processed foods never go bad, have additional seasonings and come in shapes we’ve all learned about in geometry class. Plus, who hates hot dogs?

3. I love Bernie Mac. R.I.P, bra’.

4. I love warm leather. I no longer have leather seats in my vehicle, but when I did and it was sunny out, I couldn’t wait to sit on a hot, sun-covered seat. It’s kind of like getting a hug from somebody who is for some reason much warmer than your ordinary individual.

5. I love “The Color Purple.” Danny Glover and Whoopi Goldberg work very well together, actually. I’ve never read the book, but I wouldn’t be opposed to seeing the Broadway version as well. The actual color isn’t bad either, the royalty used to wear it proudly.

6. I love cheap Mexican beer. Dos Equis, Modelo? Nah, son. I want some Sol or Corona Light. That’s what real men drink, and they drink it outside. Roofs are for wimps.

7. I love sitting with legs crossed. When I say this, I mean with my right foot on my left knee, keeping legs fairly open. I feel poised, confident and relaxed all at the same time. Add arms behind the head and you’re all gravy, baby.

8. I love rice. Pop a little bit of soy on top of these lovely grains and you’ve got yourself a great meal. I also am a big fan of beans, and they serve as an excellent accompaniment. Rice is gluten-free as well.

9. I love lamp. (I totally stole that from a movie.)

10. I love America. USA: the land of freedom, of justice, of hope. Golden plains make up its abdomen and scenic coastlines grace its extremities. Canada is our hat and Mexico our beard. We’ll put a boot in your ass, and kick it at the same time. Uhmurrica.

I’m in a good mood now.

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Sleeping Around: What’s your number?

By Stacey Lace

Columnist

During the fall semester of my first year at the University, students and faculty were plagued by the swine flu. With half of my English 101 class quarantined, and my own symptoms from a stomach bug, I turned into a hypochondriac and made my first visit to Health Services.

Luckily, I managed to avoid swine, but I didn’t manage to avoid the poster in the examination room providing me with the six degrees of sexual separation. I recently started thinking about how my “number” and “exposure” stack up.

I decided to look up a similar chart online entitled, “Sexual Exposure Chart.” The chart is based on the idea that every partner you’ve engaged in sexual activity with has had the same number of previous partners you have. In my case, I’ve had two partners, so under the chart’s assumption, Partner #1 had no previous partners and Partner #2 had one other partner. This brought my total exposure to three people.

A sexual exposure of three didn’t seem so bad, but with one more partner added, my exposure jumped up to seven. While my traditional “number” may only go up by one for every new partner, my exposure to others goes up by many more.

I started asking around to figure out what a typical 20-year-old female student’s number would be and got a variety of answers. Yes, I actually walked up to women to ask for their number. My extremely small and impromptu survey yielded results anywhere from zero to eight, with most answers being one or two.

Surprisingly, every girl I asked outright gave me her number without hesitation. No one seemed concerned it was too low or too high. In one case, the girl had to think about and count up her number of partners, indicating a lack of concern regarding it.

Based on a survey by the federal government, men had a median of seven and women had a median of four heterosexual partners. According to “The Myth, the Math, the Sex,” an article from the New York Times in 2007, it’s expected that men overestimate and women underestimate their partner number.

With those numbers being said, I think it’s important to realize a few things.

First, half of all people are above the median and half are below. To be honest, this median isn’t really about the “typical” number of partners; it’s about the number of partners at the middle of the spectrum. It doesn’t indicate how heavily populated different parts of the number line are.

Regarding my own life, I think two is fine. Realistically, my number is going to increase, and that’s fine with me. What’s important isn’t the number, but the decisions we make that got us to it.