Charles Shaar Murray gives his star-rated verdicts on what he’s been reading, viewing and hearing.
‘All I ever think about is sex and collecting old records’ – R Crumb
Me … as well as being fond of sex and old records (and even, hey, the occasional new one) … I read. A lot. To the point of outright OCD-style obsession. If I pursued any of my other addictions hobbies with anywhere near the same degree of passionate fanaticism, I’d probably be dead, or at least very ill.
Blame it on my childhood! If you’re a non-sporty only kid prone to assorted ailments and accidents in a home with no TV (until I was 16), no record player (until I was 11) and very little money, two things become very important to you: the radio and Printy Stuff. So: music and reading became my diversions of choice and, later on, the foundations of what I laughingly call my ‘career.’ They still are. Even the siren lure of The Interwebz can’t keep my head out of a book for very long. Never leave home without (at least) one? I hardly ever leave a room without one.
So: on the offchance that anyone gives a flying one, I’ll be keeping my book-reviewing chops in shape by providing a running (okay, strolling) commentary on only slight arbitrary selections what I’ve been reading lately. This might include new tomes that people have sent me (or which, godelpme, I may even have bought with cash money); new-to-me things which have recently surfaced on Charity Shop Row or old stuff which I’ve pulled off the shelf (or out of the Tottering Towers) because I either wanted to revisit it or simply because I acquired it a while back and got distracted before any serious perusal commenced.
Since I maintain a professional interest in these matters, there may well be a preponderance of books concerning popular music, but you can also expect a variety of fictions and non-fictions, and maybe even the odd graphic novel.
Now … let page-turning commence.