#stanley crouch

[sunbookie]

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[gregorygalloway]

Stanley Crouch (14 December 1945 – 16 September 2020)

[menandwomanofhistory]

Stanley Crouch

[weil-weil-lautre]

That is now the norm: punking out. Hiding under the bed. Walking beneath a flag of white underwear stained fully yellow by liquefied fear. Like all forms of cowardice in our moment, there is a self-serving psychological process tailor-made for this particular variation. The lack of aesthetic gumption is made into a smugness that eventually grants itself a pedigree in narcissism. As life in America becomes an ever more intriguing mix of styles, relationships, alliances, and even combinations of cuisine, things have gotten so mucked up and segregated in the world of literature that one does not expect American writers to tell us about anything other than themselves, their mono-ethnic neighborhoods, their own backgrounds, the narrowest definitions of the classes from which they come, their erotic plumbing and its meaning, how much or how little melanin is in their skin, and so forth.

Stanley Crouch, “Segregated Fiction Blues,” from The Artificial White Man, 19-20

[didierleclair]

"The extent of his influence across jazz, across American music and around the world has such continuing stature that he is one of the few who can easily be mentioned with Stravinsky, Picasso and Joyce."

STANLEY CROUCH on Louis Armstrong.

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[mosaicrecords]

The Stanley Crouch One Person Knew

Adam Shatz’s marvellous essay on Stanley Crouch is a personal reminiscence that reveals all the different aspects and personalities of a unique writer and observer of life.

-Michael Cuscuna

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[alivesoul]

A writer died today.

His name was Stanley Crouch.

Stanley Crouch wrote about a lot things.

He wrote about jazz, race, sports, culture, humanity...

I read Stanley Crouch a lot in the New York Daily News where he was an op-ed writer.

I remember him writing a column about how he attended a function where he was the only Black person in the room and how comfortable all the white people around him were in their almost all white world. He didn’t sound sad about it, he just seemed to notice.

I understood that.

He also had an incredible passion for Jazz. He taught me the that musical world really could be divided into two parts...before Armstrong and after Armstrong.

I understood that too.

Stanley Crouch helped me understand a lot of things about the world we live in and I’m thankful for that.

A writer died today. A damn good one.

His name was Stanley Crouch.