― Lissa, Saturday, 11 January 2003 19:01 (twenty-two years ago)
― Fritz Wollner (Fritz), Saturday, 11 January 2003 19:04 (twenty-two years ago)
A few that spring to mind: Powder by Kevin Sampson. He used to manage The Farm, in places, it's TOO accurate, but, well, the characters are a bit 2-D. For the US Indie type, The Exes by Pagan Kennedy. Spot-on on the band stuff, astonishingly beautiful on the human angle. Louise Werner's Goodnight, Steve McQueen is alright for the popband stuff, but the relationship crap seems tacked on.
It's tough to write good fiction, because invariably, the "truth" is weirder and more wonderful and more out there than fiction could ever be. Rock bios make better novels than many novels.
Gah, I wish there were more of a market for the pop novel, then someone might give me some money for _The Deep Field_.
― kate, Saturday, 11 January 2003 19:11 (twenty-two years ago)
― Justyn Dillingham (Justyn Dillingham), Saturday, 11 January 2003 22:06 (twenty-two years ago)
― Julio Desouza (jdesouza), Saturday, 11 January 2003 22:08 (twenty-two years ago)
I got a hundred pages through this and have sort of bailed on it. The writing's a little flat (telling instead of showing) and also, like you say, how could anyone write fiction that tops the reality? How much weirder and more sensationalistic can you get than Hammer of the Gods or Noone Here Gets Out Alive?
On the other hand, it seems useful in terms of how detailed it is about the business.
― Chris Dahlen (Chris Dahlen), Sunday, 12 January 2003 02:42 (twenty-two years ago)
― Fritz Wollner (Fritz), Sunday, 12 January 2003 03:31 (twenty-two years ago)
― robin (robin), Sunday, 12 January 2003 04:33 (twenty-two years ago)
― M Matos (M Matos), Sunday, 12 January 2003 07:29 (twenty-two years ago)
― kate, Sunday, 12 January 2003 10:44 (twenty-two years ago)
― That Girl (thatgirl), Sunday, 12 January 2003 10:46 (twenty-two years ago)
― Martin Skidmore (Martin Skidmore), Sunday, 12 January 2003 12:24 (twenty-two years ago)
― ailsa (ailsa), Sunday, 12 January 2003 17:28 (twenty-two years ago)
― Mark C (Mark C), Sunday, 12 January 2003 19:39 (twenty-two years ago)
There's also Our Noise and Geniuses of Crack by Jeff Gomez. The first is an OK-ish novel with massive amounts of indie band references, the second is a shockingly bad sequel with minimal references (and obviously minimal research).
― electric sound of jim (electricsound), Monday, 13 January 2003 00:16 (twenty-two years ago)
― Lissa, Monday, 13 January 2003 12:42 (twenty-two years ago)
― Simeon (Simeon), Wednesday, 5 February 2003 12:03 (twenty-two years ago)
― Simeon (Simeon), Wednesday, 5 February 2003 12:05 (twenty-two years ago)
But anyway. I love 'Espedair Street' to bits - not quite Banks' most cuddly novel (that's 'The Crow Road', his Aga saga), but ever so sweet, and includes electrocutions and allsorts. I thought the fictitious band were more like Fleetwood Mac (intra-band shagging and suchlike) than Pink Floyd (public school prog-pixies). However, the Radio 4 adaptation a couple of years back was a bit rubbish, and had Monica Queen wailing like a banshee in it.
― Liz :x (Liz :x), Wednesday, 5 February 2003 12:26 (twenty-two years ago)
― nathalie (nathalie), Wednesday, 5 February 2003 13:20 (twenty-two years ago)
― the bellefox, Saturday, 26 November 2005 14:08 (nineteen years ago)