Finished reading book in the Kindle App. Like M Train Patti Smith breaths the pain and the joy of life into her words.
Parts of Just Kids made me homesick for my youth. A good read. And, Patti, Robert would like what you wrote.
Really beautiful, understated, and poetically written biography of Patti Smith, focusing on her memories of Robert Mapplethorpe. Instead of choosing to write about her rise to fame, it serves as a backdrop to very salient moments in her life. I read a professional review that suggested she started threads and then never picked them back up, would write about a necklace for paragraphs but barely spend more than a few lines on famous people she met along the way. For me, her writing, storytelling ability, was an art itself. It allowed me to picture myself in the Chelsea with her and Robert, living along side them as they figured out their environment.
People who follow their parents' well trodden path, while transitioning from "just kids" to adults, as they navigate the world, have a blueprint to guide their way. They simply do what was modeled for them, while modifying a few things here and there. But people like Patti and Robert had to transition from 'just kids" to adults making their own path. This is the story of how they met countless novel circumstances in the world of art, poetry, rock and roll, poverty, the punk scene, the drug scene, and so on. They held onto each other as they found ways of navigating such an incredible and unusual existence.
I love this book and I love that Patti narrates. Something special about curling up with my Chilli cat as a favorite rock star poet tells me stories of her life and the loves of her life. I was not bored. Loved it! Thank you Patti <3
Just the other day we watched Patti Smith perform Requiem at her return to Horses show. She ended with a long list of lost heroes. It was Bowie’s 69th Birthday that night. He was not on her list. As I ran through the pre-dawn this morning, a huge eaglish head over Father Hill, Venus winking out brightly as I turned, I gave Bowie that Love planet, and added him silently to her list.
Re-listening to this book quite simply broke my heart again. Just as it built me anew, as any good Bildungsroman will do, it cleaved in me that which is most profound: the art egg that is, Phoenix-like, forever waiting to be laid and broken open, over and over at the behest of what is best in us. The maker smithies herself, the metal gets harder, sharper with each burning. These words, formed in stories and told as pristine history in her masterly truck driver mouthed voice; this is the clarion call I'm so happy to return to, particularly in this time of trenchant mortality in the art-meets-rock world.
Thank you, Patti Smith. As you said of your guitar, this book too, "Is the only weapon you'll ever need."
Not in a million years.
Not in a million years
Choose someone who can modulate their voice and express even a modicum of emotion.
The beginning, the middle and the end.
Get over yourself, Patti Smith. You name-dropped your way into a novel with a story that could have been told in 30 pages.
Sierra Vista, Arizona (Relocated for Retirement) Reading, Audible, Travel, Fishing & Boredom
A different voice. Being from the West it was difficult and even irritating to listen to
the dry, bland Brooklyn accent. This heroine doesn't get angry, happy, sad, thrilled, excited, furious .... the voice never changes. Irritating.
I assume this is someone's life story. The story is too dull not to be someone's life story...
The story is very typical of growing up in the 50's, surviving a full time stint as a hippie, even having a mate "come out". I know, I did it. And, basically that's Part 1.
The voice. There was no excitement, no surprise, no anger, no feeling. She finds out
her life partner (!) is gay and sleeping with men and it's just another day. It would have been really nice to know she was alive and living this life story.
The voice is most irritating, and it made me want to shake the heroine.
Reaction? Dull, bored.
And, this is just Part 1. I will grind through Part 2 simply because I cannot not finish a book, although I know the ending...
Patti Smith tells us the ending in the preface and first chapter.
work as an artist and art restorer. read at least 48 books a year, because I can listen while I work.
Ordinarily, I do not like to comment or review a book unless I found it to be exceptional or something I truly enjoyed. This book had a riveting story, and I like these people as artists, but had to get over Patti Smith's reading of it. She has a way of speaking that is flat and monotonous. That being said, I thought this was worthwhile
I bought this book years ago based on all of the excellent and glowing reviews of poetic beauty. I kept putting off listening and now I know why. The narration is so monotone, flat and tired sounding that after three hours it all sounds the same. I suggest that you absolutely must listen to the audio sample before you buy this book. There is a chance that you will be ok with the voice and style but I was not.
I agree with other reviewers that some secrets should remain just that--secrets. This dark story of drug use, filth, theft and general living on the edge may be honest--but for it to have impact it also needs insight and reflection. Without such redeeming aspects the story is nothing more than a flat telling. As such for me it lacked the depth needed to truly engage and captivate. It's not enough to say that you felt badly that you stole something--even developed a pattern of petty theft--but there needs to be some sort of self awareness.
On the whole the book felt egocentric and self impressed. Name dropping abounds. What's more, I think the need to shock runs strong in Smith's writing as it did in some of Mapplethorpe's photography. Shocking for shock's sake makes for a boring listen. Can't recommend.