Summary:
We first meet Sasha in her mid-thirties, on her therapist’s couch in New York City, confronting her long-standing compulsion to steal. Later, we learn the genesis of her turmoil when we see her as the child of a violent marriage, then as a runaway living in Naples, then as a college student trying to avert the suicidal impulses of her best friend. We plunge into the hidden yearnings and disappointments of her uncle, an art historian stuck in a dead marriage, who travels to Naples to extract Sasha from the city’s demimonde and experiences an epiphany of his own while staring at a sculpture of Orpheus and Eurydice in the Museo Nazionale.
We meet Bennie Salazar at the melancholy nadir of his adult life—divorced, struggling to connect with his nine-year-old son, listening to a washed-up band in the basement of a suburban house—and then revisit him in 1979, at the height of his youth, shy and tender, reveling in San Francisco’s punk scene as he discovers his ardor for rock and roll and his gift for spotting talent. We learn what became of his high school gang—who thrived and who faltered—and we encounter Lou Kline, Bennie’s catastrophically careless mentor, along with the lovers and children left behind in the wake of Lou’s far-flung sexual conquests and meteoric rise and fall.
My take: 1 lookÂ
 Originally reviewed October 26, 2011
This book won the 2011 Pulitzer Prize for Fiction?! This is what the Pulitzer Prize Board said: “inventive investigation of growing up and growing old in the digital age, displaying a big-hearted curiosity about cultural change at warp speed.” Allow me to translate this for you: rockers getting old, hating it and fighting it every step of the way.
HBO is making a series out of it?! Well, they made a movie out of one of my most-hated books, White Oleander, so I can’t say this surprises me. This book could read like a bunch of related short stories, so a series is probably not a bad idea. Especially when you consider the garbage on television now.
My take on this book is that it’s sophomoric, pandering and whiney. Think “Housewives of New Jersey” with record contracts. You may want to read this one because of the hype, but I wouldn’t recommend it unless every other book at the library is gone.
Not recommended.
