Rating: 3/5
Review:
Not a great memoir
I respect Jimmy Webb's work enormously and hoped to like
this book more than I did. It's a fairly
decent memoir in places but overall it lacks much coherence, I think.
The Cake And The Rain covers Webb's life from childhood in
an agaraian environment with a pastor father who insisted on moving the family
around very frequently, through his period of colossal wealth and fame to the
point in 1973 where he took a drug overdose, almost died and lost the ability
to create music for a time. To his
credit Webb is honest and forthright not only about his ability, but also about
his mistakes, his young man's hubris and so on, and the book gives a decent
picture of the time.
The story is, I'm afraid, told in a fractured timescale,
with childhood and adolescent episodes intercut with Webb at the height of his
fame in the late 60s and early 70s.
Frankly, it's an annoying structure which does nothing to help the
book. There are some great stories and
some very tedious ones, too. Meeting
Elvis and Joni Mitchell? I certainly want to hear about that. Long tales and descriptions of over-flashy
cars? Not so much. I also think that Webb is a very fine
songwriter, but often pretty over-the-top in his prose. Writing of the start of 1970, for example, he
says "Now, the seventies waited for the swift hand of fate to write what
wonders or horrors?" A little of
that goes a very long way with me, and it's often a great deal too rich for my
taste.
So…worth a read if you're interested in the times and their
music, but it's somewhat heavy going and I can only give this a qualified
recommendation.
(I received an ARC via NetGalley.)
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