Amazon Best Books of the Month, November 2010: It's hard to imagine a celebrity memoir--or any memoir for that matter--that is as easy to drink in (so to speak) as Keith Richards'sLife. Die-hard Stones fans will love tales of the band's ascension from the "interval" band at the Marquee to the headliners at Super Bowl XL; guitar gearheads will scramble to sample the one lick that has eluded Richards for 49 years; and historians and romantics alike will swoon over the raspy, rambling, raucous detail of this portrait of the artistin situ. Yes, some tales are told, butLifeis refreshingly not gossipy, mean-spirited, or sordid--or at least not more than the truth demands. Richards is as comfortable in his bones as a worn pair of boots, andLifecaptures the rhythm of his voice so effortlessly that reading his tale is like sharing a pint with an old friend--one who happens to be one of the most iconic guitarists of all time.--Daphne Durham--This text refers to theHardcoveredition.
If Billy Strayhorn, and Richard Price hadn't been first, Keith Richards' autobiography should have borne the title "Lush Life." Here we've got almost 600 pages of the life and times of a mostly unapologetic alcoholic and dope fiend, and it's a straight-forward, and entertaining read - until you get tired of the drug-alogue. I have a suspicion that Keith, fueled on the substances of his choice - certainly cartons of Marlboro reds - chattered away while his co-author, James … more
This is the mother lode. In all of rock 'n' roll writing there are some towering peaks that stand out from a morass of mediocrity: the Gillmans' Alias David Bowie; Peter Guralnick's two volume life of Elvis Presley, Greil Marcus' Mystery Train; pretty much anything by Lester Bangs: all, note, written by professional journalists and, more or less, all from the outside. I can't think of a notable rock autobiography: let's face it, most rock musicians don't have the wit, let … more