By Alan Prendergast
By Michael Roberts
By Michael Roberts
By Amber Taufen
By Patricia Calhoun
By William Breathes
By Michael Roberts
By Melanie Asmar
Critics outside of Denver have panned the museum for its interior spaces, with most noting that when it does work, it is because the museum staff overcame Libeskind's many obstacles. So why are Paglia and the rest so blind to this? Because Libeskind is a master salesman who makes a living fleecing cities -- and we bought it hook, line and sinker.
Since day one, Libeskind has been feeding us crap about love for Denver and how the light here reflects in the eyes of the people. Hand me a bucket. Yet the media gobbles it up and portrays him as an architectural prophet. His museum wasn't merely designed, we're told; it was inspired thought, delivered by angels as he flew over the mountains, then hastily sketched on the back of a boarding pass -- a cliché as old as architecture. But the local media prints every nauseating word without question. Don't believe we fell for a sales script? Google the museum expansion he's overseeing in Toronto and see for yourself. He's tweaked minor details, but basically, it is Denver, Part Two: same pandering comments about his love for the people of Toronto, a building that could be the fraternal twin of ours, and even an inspired first sketch of the museum on the back of a cocktail napkin.
But in the end, maybe Paglia is right: To the lovesick local media and the art snobs in town, maybe it doesn't matter that the new museum is a lousy place to display art. Perhaps what the city wanted all along was not a great museum, but rather a trophy-wife piece of architecture to put on every brochure and website and point to and say "See! We are too a real city: We have a Libeskind." Just hope they don't notice the cows.
The nutty professor: With "Made for Each Other," in the October 12 issue, Alan Prendergast has written the best, truest account of the unethical propaganda put out by Michael Tracey and his team of self-promoting opportunists since the first documentary aired. Many people have been shocked to watch our justice system fail a murdered child so thoroughly -- in no small part because it was undermined by people like Tracey and his mentor, Lou Smit. In their fervor to "clear" the parents of JonBenét Ramsey with disinformation designed to create intruder suspects, many innocent people have been run over by that bus through the years. It's happened so many times now that reading an article like Prendergast wrote is a shock in itself.
Thank you, Mr. Prendergast. But never expect Tracey or David Mills or Smit to accept responsibility for their scams. It would shatter their fragile egos to open their eyes and see how willfully they've been fooled.
Seeing red:In his letter published last week in response to Prendergast's "Made for Each Other," David Mills wrote: "Such behavior may sell newspapers and attract viewers, but it represents the denigration of everything journalism should stand for."
As an old journalism grad, let me red ink to the proper statement, based on facts and using what I learned a looong time ago in Critical Thinking 101. The sentence should read: "Our behavior may sell newspapers and attract viewers, but it represents the denigration of everything journalism should stand for."
Ticket to ride:I thought Galen Shoe's Earplugs comic in the October 12 issue was hysterical. I was laughing about it all day.
I used to ride the bus to school, and the character fit to a T the description of a few people I'd run across from time to time. I remember this dude in Marilyn Manson gear who'd perch on the bus stop bench all the time. He wouldn't sit; he had to perch like Spiderman or something. It was quite a sight to see.
There was this other extremely vulgar guy on the bus who started singing about there being "no tits on the bus." He was quite expressive -- maybe it was his way of noting there were no women on the bus? He kept repeating it, like a nursery rhyme. It was ridiculously hysterical, to say the least.
Anyway, thanks for the laugh. This one's going on my fridge!
The final frontier:Lord! Just about the time I think you all might be operating in the present, you fire off another zinger that sounds like the first season of Star Trek, Tuyet Nguyen's recent interview with Erika Wennerstrom of Heartless Bastards ("Heartless Wonders," October 12). Can't you think of anything else to ask this obviously talented and intelligent person besides whether or not she gets judged differently because she's a "girl in a rock band"?
I don't know whose porch you've been living under, but girls and women have been playing, singing, writing and producing in rock bands since before the enlightened 1950s. Driving, smoking and voting, too! The only people still making a big deal out of this are some journalists and others who still can't seem to get their minds around the idea. Move on, already!