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Groove Press 1998 Paperback
240 pages
Review by Dr Jimmy Mahonahan
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Iceberg
Slim was true to where he came from. He ruled the streets
of Chicago for twenty-five years and he chose not to write
about what he didn't know. He knew pimping. He knew hustling.
He knew the streets….Two decades after he wrote it, Doom Fox
remains fresh to the game. What he calls 'The Life' is still
the same roller-coaster ride it has always been."
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Propelled
by the story of Joe "Kong" Allen and his treacherous but
gorgeous wife, Doom Fox is the last in Iceberg Slim's legendary
series of underground novels. It was written in 1978 and
unpublished until 1998. Doom Fox takes place in Los Angeles
ghetto and the story starts after World War II and then
spans the next Thirty years. Doom Fox captures a violent
world of low-riding chippie-catchers, prizefighters, prostitutes
(our favorite at Lowbrow), smooth-talking preachers
and jive talking fools.
Iceberg
Slim detailed life among the hustlers in the inner city
and reinvented the concept of cool. His books became underground
classics, advertised and circulated by word of mouth. Iceberg
was born Robert Beck. He published his first book in 1969
(our favorite year at Lowbrow), an autobiography
called Pimp. When Pimp became a best seller, he began to
earn his living legitimately as an author, lecturer, and
performer whose spoken-work pieces anticipated rap. Iceberg
died in Los Angeles in 1993.
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-From
the Introduction from Ice-T
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-From
the back of the book
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Ice-T
writes in his introduction that in order to enjoy any Iceberg Slim
novel you must first open your mind and be ready to appreciate three
things:
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The
life he describes is real. Attempting to believe otherwise
is a denial of street reality.
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Iceberg
Slim was an actual pimp who turned into one of the greatest
black writers in American history.
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The
dialog will sound like another language from another planet-in
the same way the words of the Bible or Shakespeare may
be hard to decode. (I think Ice-T means this for us
white folk)
So
to all you squares: Welcome to the Game. To all you players:
Kick back, pour some Crystal, and enjoy Doom Fox. Iceberg-rest
in peace. |
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-Ice-T.
Los Angeles, Feb. 1998.
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When
I started to read this book I was by no means a player. I was a
wannabe player at best. So I decided to get myself some Crystal
and enjoy Doom Fox how my two Ice buddies would want me to. I jumped
in the bucket and jetted to the corner liquor store. To my surprise
they had no Crystal. I went back to my days as a "Gansta Rap" fan
and purchased a 40oz bottle of 8-ball. On my way home I decided
that a $10 whore would be nice to read too. So I pulled up to some
bitches in biker shorts, and offered to "read" to them. After I
was released from my cell and my belt and shoe laces were returned
to me, I sat on my porch, pulled my Raiders cap down low, enjoyed
my cool 40oz and fell in love with my new respect for freedom.
If
you like 70's Black Cinema like Shaft,
Superfly,
and Dolemite,
you will enjoy this book. The storyline is not very riveting, but
the language that the author uses is more then enough to keep your
attention and entertain the reader. I continued to read to find
the next crazy piece of jive talking. I would bask in its glory,
try to memorize it, and then continue on.
"She
showers, applies thick makeup to her inner thighs to camouflage
a scabrous network of needle tracks. She colognes herself, brush-flogs
her six-inch forest of pubic silk into butter-fly wings that hover
above her liver-lipped snare"
"Talk
that get down shit to your daddy, sweet freak bitch star".
This
book was not published until 1998 because this must have been his
worst writing effort. If it wasn't, why would I say it was? They
waited until he was dead to publish it. I'm looking forward to reading
other novels by Iceberg Slim. I enjoyed this book and would recommend
it to any one that likes Blaxploitation movies. I give this book
three pimps out of five.
These
are some of the things I learned reading this book.
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40oz.
beer bottles get warm.
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Jail is no fun.
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Livin'
on da streets ain't no fun.
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Bein' a ho ain't glamorous.
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It
is hard to read jive talk.
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Cops
look good in biker shorts.
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