Musicians rail against Tin Pan Alley in this pungent collection of short pieces, average length one to three pages, from longtime British recording artist Coyne (author of an earlier collection, The Party Dress, 1991—not reviewed). To be sure, not all the monologues and sketches involve musicians—a spirited Ezra Pound fulminates in his Italian cell; an Englishman called Kevin turns into a sausage (it beats being a laid-off farmworker)—but the musicians predominate and give the collection its distinctive flavor. The main targets are talentless, drug-ravaged superstars, the hard-driving tour managers, and the corrupt producers and executives doing the packaging. The star who's been marketed as an angry rebel has always toed the company line; the reclusive ``living legend'' readying himself for a comeback is a journalistic invention, a burnt-out case; and the hip producer who's proclaimed ``a new universe of total vibes'' pulls a knife on an executive. But not all the book is bile. Coyne is attuned to the jaunty whistling in the dark of guys figuring how to ride the next wave: Ronnie ``almost crept into the top fifty twelve years ago'' and sees a future for himself in the return of romantic ballads; a veteran of punishing road tours confides, ``I want to rock till I drop.'' And in the longest piece, Coyne vaults gracefully into fantasy with an affectionate salute to some departed icons relaxing at ``the great bar in the sky'': Janis Joplin marries Sid Vicious (``Janis will regret it. It must be a post-acid trauma,'' comments Jim Morrison), while Bessie Smith falls for Jimi Hendrix. Entertainment with an appropriate touch of savagery. Next time you're standing on line for a concert, this book would make the ideal companion.

Pub Date: Oct. 1, 1993

ISBN: 1-85242-251-3

Page Count: 162

Publisher: Serpent’s Tail

Review Posted Online: June 24, 2010

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Aug. 1, 1993

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An enjoyable, cozy novel that touches on tough topics.


A group of strangers who live near each other in London become fast friends after writing their deepest secrets in a shared notebook.

Julian Jessop, a septuagenarian artist, is bone-crushingly lonely when he starts “The Authenticity Project”—as he titles a slim green notebook—and begins its first handwritten entry questioning how well people know each other in his tiny corner of London. After 15 years on his own mourning the loss of his beloved wife, he begins the project with the aim that whoever finds the little volume when he leaves it in a cafe will share their true self with their own entry and then pass the volume on to a stranger. The second person to share their inner selves in the notebook’s pages is Monica, 37, owner of a failing cafe and a former corporate lawyer who desperately wants to have a baby. From there the story unfolds, as the volume travels to Thailand and back to London, seemingly destined to fall only into the hands of people—an alcoholic drug addict, an Australian tourist, a social media influencer/new mother, etc.—who already live clustered together geographically. This is a glossy tale where difficulties and addictions appear and are overcome, where lies are told and then forgiven, where love is sought and found, and where truths, once spoken, can set you free. Secondary characters, including an interracial gay couple, appear with their own nuanced parts in the story. The message is strong, urging readers to get off their smartphones and social media and live in the real, authentic world—no chain stores or brands allowed here—making friends and forming a real-life community and support network. And is that really a bad thing?

An enjoyable, cozy novel that touches on tough topics.

Pub Date: Feb. 4, 2020

ISBN: 978-1-9848-7861-8

Page Count: 368

Publisher: Pamela Dorman/Viking

Review Posted Online: Oct. 27, 2019

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Nov. 15, 2019

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A strict report, worthy of sympathy.


A violent surfacing of adolescence (which has little in common with Tarkington's earlier, broadly comic, Seventeen) has a compulsive impact.

"Nobody big except me" is the dream world of Holden Caulfield and his first person story is down to the basic, drab English of the pre-collegiate. For Holden is now being bounced from fancy prep, and, after a vicious evening with hall- and roommates, heads for New York to try to keep his latest failure from his parents. He tries to have a wild evening (all he does is pay the check), is terrorized by the hotel elevator man and his on-call whore, has a date with a girl he likes—and hates, sees his 10 year old sister, Phoebe. He also visits a sympathetic English teacher after trying on a drunken session, and when he keeps his date with Phoebe, who turns up with her suitcase to join him on his flight, he heads home to a hospital siege. This is tender and true, and impossible, in its picture of the old hells of young boys, the lonesomeness and tentative attempts to be mature and secure, the awful block between youth and being grown-up, the fright and sickness that humans and their behavior cause the challenging, the dramatization of the big bang. It is a sorry little worm's view of the off-beat of adult pressure, of contemporary strictures and conformity, of sentiment….

A strict report, worthy of sympathy.

Pub Date: June 15, 1951

ISBN: 0316769177

Page Count: -

Publisher: Little, Brown

Review Posted Online: Nov. 2, 2011

Kirkus Reviews Issue: June 15, 1951

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