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July 21, 2015

The sensible thing, I know, would be to post articles as they’re printed, but I try to be faithful to the “infrequently updated” billing. So here are a few pieces of fairly recent journalism: an interview conducted over email with scholar and critic Eric Weisbard about his book “Top 40 Democracy,” and several book reviews for the Star Tribune: on David Gates, on Robert Gipe, on Casey Gray, and on Nell Zink.

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I was having trouble …

July 20, 2015

… making progress on what I ought to be working on, so I jotted down some notes on Trainwreck instead.

As has been noted, the movie to some degree subverts romantic comedy formulas by giving its female protagonist qualities customarily reserved for the male love interest in a gigolo-reformation plot. Screenwriter Amy Schumer’s character, also named Amy, is in some ways a self-possessed voluptuary—she enjoys sex without commitment, and her pot smoking and apparent alcoholism hasn’t yet stymied her professional ambitions. On the other hand, her partying and the no-sleepovers carapace that attends it is an unwanted patrimony, an echo of her now ailing father, who left the family to pursue unrestrained libertinism when Amy and her younger sister were very young. So it’s sex-positivity laced with shame or at least tied to childhood trauma. The psychology hasn’t been fussed over and is introduced facetiously, though we’re asked to lend it some weight. Needless to say, romantic comedies are in the business of promoting monogamy and convention, but Schumer and director Judd Apatow haven’t risked making their opposites look too appealing.

It’s traditional, of course, for female romcom protagonists, and their literary antecedents, to have a character flaw whose self-recognition and correction enables the happy romantic conclusion, some rigidity that can be softened only by true love, but it’s rare for a woman to play a romcom lead in need of full-scale redemption. This protagonist is the sort of wounded, often repellant, defensively cruel character sometimes played by Jack Nicholson, Bill Murray, or Adam Sandler, and as such it’s a bold challenge to double standards of likability.

Lest we feel to at sea with all this inversion, Amy works in publishing, and her love interest, Aaron, is a very successful doctor with a beautiful apartment and celebrated patients—but these conventions are employed with some originality. When Amy first visits Aaron’s apartment, she asks, during dimly lit foreplay, if he owns the apartment, a funny and inspired way to articulate the financial stakes.

Judd Apatow seems like a decent guy, but I sure dislike his movies.

Amy’s father is supposed to be simultaneously loathsome and lovable, though the latter quality isn’t made apparent to the audience. In a rehearsal of one of the most tiresome and (I’d thought, waning) comedic screenwriting conventions of the past several decades, the father is mostly on hand to make sensationally bigoted remarks that Amy the character can chastise while Amy the screenwriter hopes for our gasps of shocked hilarity. In the reasonably crowded and somewhat diverse suburban theater in which I saw the movie, these jokes sparked no laughter, silences that gave me as much pleasure as anything in the movie itself. The movie’s satire of the protagonist’s much milder racism is, alas, a bit flat and shopworn as well.

Some fun scenes, sure. These are notes, not a review.

In another overfamiliar line of dubiously hip sophomoric comedy, a fair amount of attention is paid to ineptly closeted men who blurt out their uncontainable desires in often racy detail. Of course, minor comedic movie characters tend to reveal themselves clumsily—it’s efficient, for one thing—and part of the comedy here has to do with how mismatched Amy is with the sort-of boyfriend she has in the movie’s first act. But certainly much of this material here is predicated on the idea that straight audiences still find queer sexuality inherently funny, but might feel more enlightened if they seem to be laughing at artifice rather than difference, or laughing at someone else’s homophobia rather than indulging their own. In addition to the movie’s two closeted characters, there’s a third guy, from a tryst thwarted in the nick of time, whose sexual proclivities and techniques are ridiculous mostly because they’re undeveloped and incompetent (he turns out to be sixteen), but also because he’s androgynous. When, in a scene set in the living room of Amy’s more conventional sister, a prim bourgeoise makes a homophobic remark, Amy’s rebuke feels unearned.

The Dots were very fresh; excellent mouthfeel.




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WPA Revue

January 14, 2015

I’m really excited to put on this show Thursday, Jan. 15 at Walker Art Center. Also I’m looking forward to being able to sleep without a pill. 

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Prince Article

July 5, 2014

Here’s a longer piece I wrote about Prince for Mpls.-St. Paul magazine.



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All-Time Top 20 Pairs of Dylan Hicks’s Socks. How Many Have You Worn?

December 8, 2013

1. Brown-and-green argyle with orange toe stitch
2. White athletic, red paint stain near right toe
3. Brown dress, left behind by houseguest and never returned
4. White and off-white baby socks, mismatched
5. Cream dress, above the calf
6. Blue-and-white winter socks with red accents and snowflake motif
7. Obligatory 2010s casual-Friday sock with brightly colored horizontal stripes
8. Blue-and-purple argyle, potato expanding severely above right heel
9. Pale-pink athletic, formerly white
10. Red, washed mistakenly with whites
11. L.L. Bean boot socks, green
12. Wool cycling socks, gray, black, and red
13. White gym, above the calf with blue cuff stripes
14. Cream dress, first pair
15. Light-blue baby with fancy turndown cuff
16. Gray dress
17. Black cycling socks with Grateful Dead bears ringing cuff (gift, lightly worn)
18. Cream dress, second pair
19. White athletic, blue heel
20. Cream wool, winter running

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April 17, 2013

Okay, I promised I would update this thing infrequently, and once again I’m living up to my promises. Here’s what I have to report: I’m a bit over halfway through a second novel, and am also doing freelance work and other things not worth describing here. I have a title for the novel and everything, and have decided not to worry that the title was used about thirty years ago by a still-read writer whose work I happen to admire, though I hadn’t come across this namesake book until a month or so ago. (I’m not sure why I’m keeping the title so mysterious.) I have a few new songs as well, maybe two of which are worth recording someday.

A few people have contended that I’ve cloaked my email address all too well on the “Who Is Dylan Hicks and How Can I Send Him a Fax?” page. That might be true. I’m trying to discourage junk mail, obviously. Anyway, if you’d like to email me, I’m dylan[underscore]hicks at Yahoo. More news in seven or eight months.

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A minus!

September 18, 2012

I’ve been reading and often rereading Robert Christgau since I was a teenager, so it was a thrill to get this typically sharp short-form review, a form of which Christgau is a past master. Alas the book made his “teeth hurt,” but he liked the songs and even “loved” the first four. If you’re looking to buy the LP or CD, the easiest way it through Bandcamp. A download code (but no dental referral) comes with the book.

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The Scientists

September 15, 2012

Here’s my review of Marco Roth’s debut memoir.

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I Forgot to Remember to Forget

September 5, 2012

Such a thrill that my novel helped inspire Patrick Nathan’s lucid and acute essay about fiction and memory in the Los Angeles Review of Books.

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Friday at Banfill-Locke Center

July 12, 2012

I’m reading and singing this Friday night (the 13th) at Banfill-Locke Center for the Arts in Fridley. Here’s a link to their website’s listing, and to the Facebook event page.

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