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Laddar... The Only Girl: My Life and Times on the Masthead of Rolling Stone (utgåvan 2018)av Robin Green (Författare)
VerksinformationThe Only Girl: My Life and Times on the Masthead of Rolling Stone av Robin Green
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Gå med i LibraryThing för att få reda på om du skulle tycka om den här boken. Det finns inga diskussioner på LibraryThing om den här boken. What a long, strange trip Robin Green has had, and why she titles her memoir after her very brief stint as a Rolling Stone writer is a complete mystery. Growing up in Providence, RI, in a Jewish enclave, Robin flees her neglectful mother and ends up living in Chicago and San Francisco in shambolic circumstances and with men who treat her with vague disinterest and contempt. Although it’s clear that she can put together thoughts and sentences, there's very little in here to interest the reader – it’s all kind of grey and gloomy and mopey. Here's a woman who attended the Iowa Writer’s Workshop, who wrote for the fine, groundbreaking TV shows Northern Exposure and The Sopranos and won Emmys, and somehow her focus is on Jann Wenner and his cabal of sexist jerks at Rolling Stone. Much more interesting is Robin's reaction to the suicide of her childhood friend Ronnie and her dealings with the horrible David Chase, producer of The Sopranos and all around neurotic nasty. Maybe her final success, the formulaic show Blue Bloods, adored by the Matlock crowd, has made her wealthy and secure, but she and this book are really all over the map, and not much feels consequential for the reader. Quotes: ”In 1965, for the first time, I hear the Stones’ “Satisfaction” and then “Get Off My Cloud” and when someone played either one of the jukebox, the whole place stopped and listened in awe, everybody looked at each other with expressions that read What the fuck is that? because nobody had heard anything like it before.” “Not fifteen feet from my window as I lay sleepless in the saggy iron-framed single bed, the trains would come to a stop outside the black Iowa night, sounding for all the world like a herd of giant mechanical buffalo, clanging into each other one by one, all the way down the line ad fucking infinitum.” inga recensioner | lägg till en recension
"A raucous and vividly dishy memoir by the only woman writer on the masthead of Rolling Stone Magazine in the early Seventies. In 1971, Robin Green had an interview with Jann Wenner at the offices of Rolling Stone magazine. She had just moved to Berkeley, California, a city that promised 'Good Vibes All-a Time.' Those days, job applications asked just one question, 'What are your sun, moon and rising signs?' Green thought she was interviewing for a clerical job like the other girls in the office, a 'real job.' Instead, she was hired as a journalist. With irreverent humor and remarkable nerve, Green spills stories of sparring with Dennis Hopper on a film junket in the desert, scandalizing fans of David Cassidy, and spending a legendary evening on a waterbed in Robert F. Kennedy Jr.'s dorm room. In the seventies, Green was there as Hunter S. Thompson crafted Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, and now, with a distinctly gonzo female voice, she reveals her side of that tumultuous time in America. Brutally honest and bold, Green reveals what it was like to be the first woman granted entry into an iconic boys' club. Pulling back the curtain on Rolling Stone magazine in its prime, The Only Girl is a stunning tribute to a bygone era and a publication that defined a generation."--Dust jacket. Inga biblioteksbeskrivningar kunde hittas. |
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It seemed the 'meat' of her story was after the half-way stage, that's when i found it interesting.
I started reading it expecting tales of sex, drugs and rock'n'roll at Rolling Stone, but that part of it was rather tedious, I found I much preferred the more personal stuff towards the back of the book. ( )