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| Bob Dylan (Illustration by Andy Friedman) |
As an antidote to all the overwrought tributes to Bob Dylan
posted on newyorker.com (see, for example, David Remnick’s “Let’s Celebrate the Bob Dylan Nobel Win”), check out John Leonard’s acidly brilliant “Blowing His
Nose in the Wind” (included in Leonard’s posthumous 2012 essay collection Reading For My Life), in which he scorns
Dylan for, among other things, his rotten treatment of Joan Baez (“Bob used
Joan to get famous and then did everything he could think of to ridicule and
degrade her, to which she responded with a love song, ‘Diamonds and Rust,’ that
would have shamed any other cad this side of Dr. Kissinger’s princely
narcissism”). Leonard writes,
So now ask yourself if Dylan’s notorious indifference to the
niceties of cutting a record, to the relative merits of a multitude of sessions
musicians, to the desires and opinions of his fans and audience, to whether he
had any business on a stage, taking their money, when he was wired out of his
skull, or in a recording studio, martyrizing thugs like Joey Gallo; combined
with his disdain for former colleagues, ex-friends, and previous incarnations,
contempt for other artists like Harry Belafonte and Theodore Bikel who cared
about causes he could no longer use, like civil rights, and surliness unto Road
Rage; even his unintelligible weirdness on such public occasions as his
accepting the Tom Paine award from the Emergency Civil Liberties Union in
November 1963 with a monologue that empathized with Lee Harvey Oswald – “But I
got to stand up and say I saw things that he felt in me,” which must be what
inspired Jerry Rubin, five years later, to proclaim that “Sirhan Sirhan is a
Yippie!” – well, ask yourself if some of this might have owed as much to
chemicals as it did to authenticity.
For tonic relief from The New Yorker’s hyperventilation over Mr. Tambourine Man’s Nobel win, I recommend John Leonard’s great “Blowing His Nose in the Wind.”

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