Congrats to Patti Smith, who took home the prize for best nonfiction work at last night's National Book Awards for “Just Kids,” her memoir about her relationship with Robert Mapplethorpe. I enjoyed reading it, but thought it to be a bit much at times (I feel the same way about her music), with minute details that I found virtually impossible for her to have remembered. Still, her life is so fascinating -- those Chelsea Hotel days, running into Jimi and Janis! -- that I couldn't put it down, even if I was rolling my eyes every once in a while.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
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thank g-d, I thought it was just me.
I liked the book, but thought it bordered on name-dropping a bit too much at times.
Still, a good and easy read and she writes well, which is more than you can say for most.
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