Ron Kolm Resuscitates 80s New York in Duke & Jill

For anyone who has ever moved to New York with the sort of romantic idea of struggle that seems to exist only in Susan Seidelman movies, yet was disappointed to find a lack of any grit in a post-Bloomberg era, Ron Kolm is the man to help you find your way back to that time you so desperately wanted to be a part of. His latest book, Duke & Jill, offers tales that now sound folkloric in nature–one would never be able to rent out their apartment and collect multiple deposits from different people without comeuppance in the New York of now.

The harebrained schemes that would make you enough money to get by while still enjoying yourself are all alive in Duke & Jill, as evidenced by the eponymous characters fleeing New York for awhile to lie low after snorting and flushing all the coke they were supposed to sell. To make ends meet, “Jill applied for an American Express card and got her boss to lie about her salary. She’d call around, using the phone at work, and find out which of her friends were about to go on a shopping spree–go to the store with them on her days off–and then get the cash later.”

While it was easier to be poor then, it didn’t mean the financial plight didn’t take its toll. Like most artists/junkies, “Duke was feeling pretty discouraged… He had no money, no job, and no prospects of getting either in the near future.” What makes this quandary worse is having no desire whatsoever to work. Duke and Jill represent the sort of Sid and Nancy archetype synonymous with not giving a fuck, with living simply for the debauched pleasures of it.

One thing that hasn’t changed, though, is feeling like you’re somehow the only one in New York without any money. As Duke notes to himself while walking through the East Village, “It seemed as if most of the people he passed on the street had more money than he did…”

Yet, somehow, Duke always finds another item to sell–whether managing to allure a passerby with a piece of graffitied metal by passing it off as some sort of “Keith Haring-esque” art or stealing someone else’s mint condition Playboys to pawn off himself. And with each new moneymaking plan comes a new obstacle (rain down-pouring–in typical NYC summer fashion–on the magazines he wants to sell, for instance).

As the narrative draws to a close, presumably sometime at the end of the 1980s, it becomes clear that a paradigm shift is in the air in New York City. Ed Koch wasn’t going to be mayor forever, after all. And now, sadly, “There wasn’t anyone who was going to give [Duke] free food and rent these days, ’cause times had changed.” Granted, the 1990s still had plenty of roguish allure, but it was merely a transition to the corporate-mindedness the city has now suited up in. The art, the drugs–none of it has any heart behind it now. Duke’s not even with Jill anymore. But maybe, one day, they’ll find each other again. Just like finding a glimmer of the old New York in unexpected places.

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  1. All hail Duke and Jill, avatars of a NYC now sadly long gone! And all hail Ron Kolm, the poet laureate of the marginal and dispossessed! The book truly is marvelous — and it is on sale at St. Mark’s Bookshop, one of the last remaining holdovers from the era Kolm chronicles wit such brio.

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    1. I see that I have managed to post this comment twice; I hope that my lack of competence with digital platforms does unduly damage the credibility of my enthusiasm for the works of Mr Kolm

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      1. does NOT unduly damage

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      2. No, it only makes your enthusiasm all the more legitimate.

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  2. All hail Duke and Jill, avatars of a NYC now sadly long gone! All hail Ron Kolm, poet laureate of the marginal and dispossessed! It is truly an outstanding book — and it is on sale at St. Mark’s Bookshop on 3rd Street, one of the last holdovers from the era Kolm depicts with such brio.

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  3. […] result of any sort of loyalty to the East Village and the edgy persona it once held during the 80s (as described quite accurately by Ron Kolm in Duke & Jill), but simply because, according to owner Gary Pluck, a 41-year-old who also has money invested in […]

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  4. […] with the experience that shines through in his tales of the East Village in the 1980s in Duke & Jill), effortlessly demarcates the woes an artist saddled with the annoying task of actually having to […]

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  5. […] The Opiate has previously showcased his knack for fiction in the form of Duke & Jill, A Change in the Weather makes evident the ease with which his style translates to poetry. Still […]

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