EXCERPTS & REVIEWS
Wood Allen Pushes on to New Territory
By Craig K. Comstock
Review of Woody Allen's Without Feathers, published in the Oakland Tribune
A couple of summers ago in a Paris café I was trying to make out the latest book by Michael Foucault, on sexuality. So as not to appear chic, I hid it inside an old copy of Woody Allen’s Without Feathers, which I kept for just such purposes. A lovely woman at the next table, tanned, slim, mischief in her eyes, asked me, “Aimez-vous Voody?”
Did I love him? Well, I was about to explain that it was more a matter of brief but intense infatuations across a crowded rue, but she was apparently thinking of another Woody.
“I love so much his folk-singing,” she informed me. “His land is your land, of course; it’s not my land; but his critique of late capitalism penetrates his own neo-romantic style to deconstruct the very hopes he cannot help raising.”
Should I have risked offending her by asking whether she meant Woody Guthrie? Or should I have confessed that under cover of Without Feathers I was actually reading her own compatriot Foucault? I chanced he latter. “Foucault,” she said scornfully, her hazel eyes shifting from moss to acorn. “He was last year”….