Connections, connections,
(you know how this goes by now…).
I’m currently
reading Tom Wolfe’s ‘The Kandy-Kolored
Tangerine-Flake Streamline Baby’ [1.],
and enjoying it immensely. It’s
significant for a few reasons, not least because it offers an excuse to put up
some more photos of this beautiful orange hot rod. It particularly caught my eye, amongst exotic
vehicles of all shapes and sizes, when I went to watch some drag racing, a few
weeks back. The car won the Best At Show
award in the ‘Show & Shine’ section
at Santa Pod Raceway’s ‘Dragstalgia 2014’
event, but I’m ashamed to say I don’t know the owner’s name. Anyway, it's a
marvelous example of the breed (’34 Ford Coupe), and the kind of thing that
elevates car bodywork to the level of fetishism. It’s not technically metal-flake, but that
paint job absolutely shimmers. In most respects, the car could be an
illustration of Wolfe’s title. It looks like Pop Art made real.
1934 Ford Coupe |
Which leads me to
reflect on how, maybe at the age of 12 or 13, I picked up a copy of the book in
a shop one day, no doubt attracted by the cover image, (another orange Ford, if
I remember rightly) [2.], and that
delightful, Rococo title. As already
mentioned, I was fascinated by hot rods and custom cars back then and, actually,
these occasional automotive diversions from the real intent of this blog might
just be about indulging in a little enjoyable, mid-life juvenilia. I had no real insight into the book’s true
nature and, lacking the funds to purchase it anyway, I just put it down and
moved on. I’ve thought about it every
now and then, over the years whenever Tom Wolfe’s name came up, and his
cultural significance became more apparent. Up until now though, I just
never got round to doing anything about it.
Tom Wolfe In Full Country Gent/Literary Dandy Mode |
Published in 1965,
‘TKKTFSB’ was the author’s first book
and represents a collection of his journalistic essays on the social mores,
status displays and sub-cultural currents running through America at the time. It covers a range of topics and
is by no means a book all about cars. Nevertheless,
in addition to the title essay, which contextualises the ‘Kustom Kar’ scene of
the era as essentially a youth cult, he also includes one on stock car racing,
(now usually known as NASCAR), and another on the bizarre spectacle of the
Demolition Derby [3.]. It’s important to remember that cars are
massively important as American cultural signifiers, at least as much as
they are a simple means of transport.
Demolition Derby: The Point At Which American Car Culture Effectively Eats Itself. |
Wolfe was a doyen
of what became known as The New Journalism, an approach in which the conventions
of fiction were mixed, often experimentally, with objective, factual
reportage. His style is more refined
than the simulant-fuelled psychosis of Hunter S Thompson, but he does employ an
insouciant hipsterism that still conveys an air of delight in his
often-outlandish subject matter. He’s
also capable of genuine human insights.
The title essay details the complexities of the hot car scene, and the
history and sociological elements that shaped it. It then goes on to profile, often in their
own words, two of the leading lights of the sub-culture, George Barris and Ed Roth. Beyond merely describing their
exploits, he attempts psychological insights into their motivations and is
quite moving on the relationship between them and the oddball lieutenants who
attach themselves to their respective workshops.
George Barris, Dodge Deoria Pickup. Channelling The Pop Futurism Of The Era. |
Ed Roth, 'Outlaw'. A Typical Fusion Of The Retro And The Streamlined |
If the
Californian car scene was ultimately based on the idea of making cars go very
fast in straight lines, Stock Car Racing was all about going round and round in
circles at similarly suicidal speeds. Its
genesis was largely located in the southern states and grew from the attempts
of bootleggers of moonshine whiskey to outrun the Police in surreptitiously
over-tuned cars. Wolfe covers this in
interesting detail in ‘The Last American
Hero’. It’s worth noting that he’s
very good on those differing regional aethetics and sensibilities. He posits the Kustomizer’s urge towards the
streamlined and curvilinear as an essentially west coast, Dionysian impulse,
and at odds with the Apollonian sensibility of Detroit’s more rectilinear
mainstream styling of the period [4.]. This ability to apply those aesthetic considerations normally allocated with 'High Art', to commercial products or popular expressions lies at the heart of Pop Art. 'TKKTFSB' might be seen as one of its seminal texts.
Junior Johnson In His Heyday |
The real subject
of his Stock Car piece is Junior Johnson, a renegade star of the sport, and a man with
Bootlegging in his DNA. Wolfe’s close
quarters observations of Johnson brings a wealth of picturesque detail, but
also, serious insights into the clan loyalties, physical courage and anti-authoritarianism
of Appalachian mountain communities. He
also manages to draw a picture of fully fleshed-out personality, rather than a
mere 'Good Ol' Boy' stereotype. Johnson also has a clearly defined code of
personal ethics and a nuanced hinterland to back it up.
Photos: Erik Bartlam |
The final piece
in this little jigsaw is an explanation of why I finally got round to
purchasing a copy of ‘The Kandy-Kolored
Tangerine-Flake Streamline Baby’. It
was mentioned to me in an email by one of my regular readers, Erik
Bartlam. Erik’s another part-time Artist
and blogger, based in Mississippi, whose own blog you can read here. He’s left various positive comments on here,
over the months and had kindly sent me a few of his own photographs to look
at. There are definite correspondences
in the kind of subjects that draw our respective lenses and we found ourselves
exchanging views on William Eggleston, - a photographer, (and another southerner),
who clearly influences us both. Erik
gave me a few interesting insights into the Southern mindset and, in passing,
mentioned Wolfe’s book, (in the light of my drag racing post). There seemed nothing left to do but order
myself a copy.
Photos: Erik Bartlam |
It’s hardly an
original observation, but I really like the way that having an online presence,
and blogging in particular, allow one to make this kind of creative connection
over thousands of miles. I suppose I
should have got over my pleasant surprise at what the rest of the world takes
for granted by now, but I’ve always been a pretty late adopter. Anyway, as ever, it just proves again that
it’s all about making the connections.
Photos: Erik Bartlam |
In conclusion,
I’ve included Erik’s photos here. I know
he doesn’t take his photographs too seriously as images in their own right
(although I think these stand up well enough) so I hope he doesn’t mind. (Let me know if you’d rather I removed them
again, Erik).
[1.]: Tom Wolfe, ‘The Kandy-Kolored Tangerine-Flake Streamline Baby’, New York, Farrar, Straus & Giroux, 1965
[2.]: ‘Interestingly’, the actual car described in
the text is a ‘kustomized’ Chevrolet, but you can’t always make everything join
up.
[3.]: Demolition Derbies are, it transpires one of
those strange, decadent examples of an existing form turning in on itself. In this case, it marks an attempt to distill
the more extreme aspects of Stock Car Racing into a bastard form that’s purely
about the crashes. There’s a cheerful
nihilism about that, which we can all appreciate - surely?
[4.]: I suspect one could extrapolate this idea
further to imagine a contrast between the Catholic/Latinate and the
Protestant/European strands of American consciousness. Certainly, the influence of Latin America on
the southern Pacific States shouldn’t be overlooked.
I thought about our conversation yesterday...I passed a place called Rat Rods. There were shells of muscle cars and old Chevy's but no finished products. It's under a bridge in a flood zone...next to a really seedy motel/dirty book store. Ha.
ReplyDeleteFunny...my own car obsessions involve Triumphs and MG's.
Last American Hero is my favorite from that bunch. People still make moonshine around here...now there's usually a local cop running distribution so...haha. My Daddy had a friend who did time for making shine. Him and his idiot brother decided to set up their still in an old house...inside the city limits...on the city's water. The cops delivered their first water bill. Idjits.
Thanks for posting my awesome photographs :). I appreciate it. The inspirational one is now a curvy naked woman in neon colors on a silver background.
I guess we're all drawn to things that seem more unusual in our own particular context. When I was a kid, Triumphs and MGs were ten-a penny here and kind of taken for granted. E-type Jags were more special, but still not an uncommon sight. Anything American, or with huge wheels and flames down the side was almost unknown, and therefore felt like the real exotica.
ReplyDeleteI think I also really went for the idea of completely personalised transport and the sheer amount of work and dedication involved in transforming a utilitarian object into a living cartoon. There's the whole Rock 'n' Roll aesthetic to consider too. I guess the fantasy styling of cars, electric guitars, jukeboxes, etc all reached some kind of zenith around roughly the same time, whilst in the 60s it all seemed to line up with the whole counter cultural thing going on all over the place.
I'm really not that much of a petrol head most of the time, (drive a very vanilla little Skoda myself and probably have a closer relationship with my bicycle). Nevertheless, something has obviously stayed with me, that I recognise as soon as one of those ludicrous vehicles appears. If I were a millionaire, I'd commission someone to build me one, drive it on Sundays for fun, and ride my bike the rest of the time.