Clothes, Clothes, Clothes, Music, Music, Music, Boys, Boys, Boys

This memoir by Viv Albertine was like a bag of potato chips. Eat some, they’re pretty tasty,51xH61SnhIL._SY344_BO1,204,203,200_
right? Then go back for more, skip ahead to those crunchy ones you really like while you pass by the not-so-crunchy ones.

Not that she doesn’t have a lot of crunchy parts in this memoir. She’s played with The Slits, a British proto-punk band, had a career as a television and film director, and hung around with Sid Vicious and Joe Strummer in their early days.

Her band breaks up, she has a baby after innumerable painful fertility treatments, learns she has cancer while Baby (that’s how she refers to her daughter in the book) is only three months old. Vincent Gallo is obsessed with and pursues her. The band gets back together.

The more I slowed down and read individual pages of this memoir, the more I liked it. It’s not going to read like a novel, after all. I liked Kim Gordon’s memoir much better (“Girl in a Band”); it happens to be shorter as her voice is very to-the-point. But it’s great to hear the voices of female musicians.

Like a bag of potato chips, take one, go back to it, and maybe you’ll finish the whole bag.


About gcaroddo

Writer, technologist and project manager currently working as a fundraiser for a public school in Brooklyn, New York.
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