Surreal visions animate Jim Carroll’s world
On the telephone from New York City, Jim Carroll’s voice sounds like a nervous instrument, its quivering resonance so child-like, there’s a frail depravity to it. Not that there’s really anything deceptive or sinister about Caroll, who appears at Lee’s Palace on Saturday, June 2.; his infamous Basketball Diaries (1963-1966), and its successor Forced Entries […]