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I am proud to have this volume in my ponderously large library and I consider it one of the crown jewels in my collection of American literature.
Anyone with a modest degree of breeding and education should not find fault with this magnificent book.
Perhaps I should succumb to the powerful temptation to spend a part of my vast fortune to support the work of this young man.
Bravo, I say, Mr Eicher! Bravo!
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Finally, however, most of the credit goes to Reed for his artistic honesty rather than to Doggett. All of the biographical material, including interviews, are from second-hand sources, and the tone is overly cold and even negative throughout. It's unreasonable to expect a music book to be objective, but Doggett shows little enthusiasm for Reed's best work to match the censure of his worst.
Usually biographies (which this essentially is) based on second-hand material bring something new to their clipping-collection: passion, a radical viewpoint, an amount of daring. Doggett's is too cautious to qualify as a first-rate study. Die-hard Lou Reed fans will be disappointed by his clinical remoteness, and newcomers will find little to spark their curiosity.
The book almost makes up for this with its intelligence and muscular concision. But, as usual with biographical studies, the art is analyzed on only one level, and with no obvious pleasure. By the last page you feel ready to pass your Lou Reed 101 final, but also a bit deflated.
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I mean, why go through all the revisionist history that is pumped out nowadays when you can read an actual document from the place and time?
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The book in no way can be labeled as literature. It seems like a piece whipped off in an afternoon. Very little depth to the characters and very low levels of description on just about any aspect of the book. Even the dialogue seems less than realistic. In fact, the only character in the book that was developed was that of the Schuylkill River, which the reader gets a pretty good feeling for throughout the book.
Otherwise, the reader's time would be infinitely better spent, reading "Native Son" by Richard Wright. That is a modern day classic where the characters are well developed and really ring true. If you truly feel a need to read Peter Rock's book, perhaps borrowing it from the library is better than spending the money to own it.