Some action throughout the book, possibly killing off Corey.
Scott Brick was great as usual.
John Corey has become uninteresting, and definitely not funny. He has zero chemistry with his wife or any other character in the book.
DeMille obviously thinks he's stumbled onto comic genious through his character John Corey. Ever line out of Corey's mouth is a juvenille wisecrack. I found the book almost unlistenable and struggled to finish it. I've listened to all the other Corey novels in the series and have enjoyed them. This is my last.
I don't know that I'd listen to it again, but I would read the hard copy. Don't get me wrong, I loved this audiobook. I'd read the book in order to review certain passages several times at my own pace; especially those covering Neil's technical details about his songs, cars and improvements to recorded sound.
Dylan's Chronicles Volume I, Clapton's autobiography, McCartney's biography Many Years From Now by Barry Miles. All great books by and/or about my music heroes.
There were many, but particularly Neil's many reflections on the passing of his dear friend and pedal steel guitar player, Ben Keith. I saw Neil at the Northrup Auditorium back in July of 2010; the same week Ben Keith died. Neil's sadness came through in his performance.
I'm distressed that in this book Neil states that he'll never be able to perform the most important songs Ben Keith contributed to again (like Old Man and Heart of Gold) because it wouldn't be the same with anyone else performing the pedal steel parts.
Hey Neil, I don't know anything about recording or performing music, but I'm pretty sure you could bring Ben Keith's music on the road with you, cue it up and play it at the right moments. You could explain it to the crowd...they'd understand; hell they'd love you more for it. Ben Keith could be there every night.
I was amazed and distracted by the nearly complete lack of common contractions throughout the book. There is not a that's, can't, won't, he'll, she'll, shouldn't, wouldn't (you get the picture) to be found. Wow! Is this an editing thing, a Canadian thing, or more likely, just a quirky Neil thing?
This book is terrible. As many previous reviewers have stated, there is not one likeable character. There is also no intrigue, no suspense, no brilliant phrasing, no insight, nothing to look forward to. I have never given up on a book... until now. I gave twelve hours of my life to this train wreck, but finally had to pack it in. I've read Joyce, Hemmingway, Fitzgerald.... to compare Franzen and his intelligence to these masters, is laughable. Set the hype aside and make another choice.
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