Gang Leader for a Day

Based upon notes taken during his eight years of PhD field work in the Robert Taylor Homes, one of Chicago’s bleakest housing estates, Sudhir Venkatesh’s Gang Leader for a Day – A Rogue Sociologist Crosses the Line is far more than it appears to be if you judge the book purely by its title and cover.

Gang Leader for a Day’s cover makes a valiant attempt to portray the book’s author as some kind of fearless rebel; a sociological Dirty Harry who cares little for rules and procedures when it comes to getting to the truth.  The cover even features him in a leather jacket standing on a stairwell and gazing into the camera with the kind of thousand-yard stare that says “I’ve been in the shit”.  The title might even convince you that this is an icy examination of the Thug Life full of the tricks and techniques that drug dealers use to keep the product flowing.  However, the truth is that Gang Leader for a Day is a warm and human book about what it means to be poor and Black in America today.  Venkatesh paints a picture of a community abandoned by the state and left to the devices of highly-skilled and manipulative robber barons who mercilessly exploit their neighbours for private gain whilst hypocritically championing the values of community and togetherness.  Worthy of being spoken of in the same breath as not only The Wire but also Roberto Saviano’s Gomorrah (2007).

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Blasphemous Geometries 10

I just noticed that my latest Blasphemous Geometries column has just gone up over at Futurismic.

It is entitled Super Hero Fatigue – Why I am Tired of American Rubber.  It deals with my growing irritation at the ubiquity of super hero films and the ways in which they have influenced American political discourse.

I’ll also include a link to Strange Horizonsreview of 2008 as I contributed a small entry to it.

Kamikaze Girls

Also up at Videovista is my review of Tetsuya Nakashima’s Kamikaze Girls (also known as Shimotsuma Monogatari).

A somewhat odd blend of social realism and hyperkinetic postmodernism, the film tears a strip out of youth-oriented media but I was left perplexed as to whether the target was worth the attack.

I’ll also include a link to my review of Uwe Boll’s Bloodrayne II : Deliverance.