This week's autobiography was amazingly written. Surprisingly so, because that's not what you expect when you read a novel by famous druggie and musician Keith Richards. The fact that it was co-written by James Fox might have something to do with it though.
Keith's autobiography Life is perfectly named. It tells us about his full career. No nonsense with sequels. What you see is what you get and you'll get his full life, all his ups and downs in about 600 pages. It's amazing how he remembers everything in so much detail, but then most of the time he talks about music and that's probably what is going through his head non-stop. Drug haze or not.
It's hard to keep up sometimes, especially because I'm not familiar with any of the "famous" musicians he mentions in his books and all the different methods he uses to play his guitar. I know the Rolling Stones, but I don't know most of the songs he talks about or any of the albums. His writing has peaked my interest and I'm now listening to all the albums and I'm trying to catch up, with something that has been popular for 40 years. I'm a bit slow when it comes to music...
He is one of those autobiography writers who doesn't want the public's compassion. Not even when he describes the deaths of his best friends and the agonies he's been through. In fact, he never talks abouth his history with any kind of sorrow or regret. He cherishes the people he has known and he seems to be content with the way his life has progressed.
Apart from the fact that, according to the book (sorry I'm not much of a music-wiz), he is one of the best guitarists around; he is also a dog lover and an avid reader. What's not to like?
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