This is a foultalkin chauvinist hustler telling stories from his life. I'm not impressed by his criminal record and the stuff he got away with. His way of depicting women as walking sextoys used for making money stands for itself. But he's got helluva way of telling about it all.
I just finished 'Airtight Willie and me' by Iceberg Slim. Cypher says in The Matrix: Good shit, huh? It's good for two things: degreasing engines and killing brain cells. I'd say Mr Slims prose is so brimpacked with pimpin' slang and 'ho bull it sure be effective in degreasing engines. Killing braincells, I don't know. More like, making the little greys getting the hots on each other and multiplying. Because this is the shit. The shit, kept real and swinging. It might be a lot of bullshit boasting and storytelling but Iceberg Slim is, as Ice-T writes in the intro to another of Slims novels 'Doom Fox', "He knew pimping. He knew hustling. He knew the streets...."
Pay some respect to one of black americas big modern writers. His texts carries a weight not gained in the fancy schools but he makes quite the lot of references to big names in the bookshelfs of well-kept libraries and have a way of using the street hustlin' slang that gives straight up and proper introduction to a world of many a 'ho, stylish wheels and classy suites with those mirrored tables and the lines upon them.
Iceberg Slim might be the afro american answer to Mario Puzo.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
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