Anyone who knows me knows I'm curious about the intersection of rock and roll with the novel form. To me, the rock life is inherently dramatic, and it hasn't yet been overdone in literature. How do we use the long fiction form--where words and not music have to do most if not all of the heavy lifting--in a way that complements what we already know about rock and doesn't take away from it?
With this in mind, I'm very pleased to have my latest review--on the novel Beatlebone by Kevin Barry--up at Page and Spine. Topics explored include John Lennon, scream therapy, and the advantages and disadvantages of making famous people into fictional characters.
I think most musicians have an album that at some point broke them into a million pieces and reassembled them into something else entirely. For me, that album was Lifes Rich Pageant by R.E.M., which came out thirty years ago this past week, and I wrote about the experience for BULL: Fiction for Men. Let's take a Sunday morning trip down memory lane, shall we?
It must be my birthday week, because not one but two of my reviews have popped up in Internetland since Sunday. The latest is my review of The Telling by Zoe Zolbrod, which is brought to you by Colorado Review.