Reviewed by Arifa Akbar
Friday, 16 July 2010
What do they say about remembering the Sixties? Well, Jenny Diski
proves them wrong. She was there, clad in Biba minidress, cultivating
her altered mind states and she can recall every last disappointment.
The '60s have been seen through a pink, nostalgic haze for long
enough, she argues. Was it "free love" or a different kind of sexual
tyranny (in which natural desires were suppressed for the greater
good of the commune)? Was it political radicalism? If so, how did it
lead to the dead end of Thatcherism and the Me Generation?
Diski's cold shower on an overly romanticised decade in which the
only thing that is "certain is that the music then was better" is
both Eeyorish and refreshing. Prepare to have your memories shattered.