Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Honey, I miss your two-toned kisses.

So I finally slogged through Robert Greenfield's Exile on Main Street. Ugh.

The book goes nowhere and Greenfield writes like an affected theater director; some lines actually reek of pancake make-up, they play to the back rows so hammily. In fact, the goddamn thing is structured like a play, so he invites this. Also, for a guy to call out other authors for their sources, it takes a lot of chicklets to turn around and use Wikipedia as a source, multiple times, and to admit as much in text. The book isn't even that insightful, just a lot of jerking off to the Stones' decadence. I get it.

Anyway, if you want to read a book about the Stones (which you probably don't), go with Old God Almost Dead or The True Adventures of the Rolling Stones. Not so much bullshit.


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