Books Lunch Date: Love Is a Mixtape
posted by April 1 at 13:42 PMon
(A few times a week, I take a new book with me to lunch and give it a half an hour or so to grab my attention. Lunch Date is my judgment on that speed-dating experience.)
Who’s your date today? Love is a Mix Tape: Life and Loss, One Song at a Time, by Rob Sheffield, released in paperback in January.
Where’d you go? Mediterranean Express.
What’d you eat? The Kafta Kabob ($8.79).
How was the food? Mediterranean Express is pretty damn good. They’ve got that weird, delicious rice that’s so yellow it’s kind of glowing, and the Kabobs reminded me of salisbury steak TV dinners, but in a really good way. The hummus is not so very exciting, but everything else is just spicy enough for a lunch break where I have to talk to people for the rest of the day and not offend them with my breath.
What does your date say about itself? It’s a memoir about the author, a contributing editor for Rolling Stone, and his romance with a woman who would eventually die in his arms. And also the mix tapes that they made. There’s a rave blurb on the back, from Sheffield’s employer, Rolling Stone, calling the book “the finest lines ever written about rock and roll.” Also, Entertainment Weekly calls it “heroic.”
Is there a representative quote? “….For instance, I hated Pearl Jam at the time. I thought they were pompous blowhards. Now, whenever a Pearl Jam song comes on the car radio, I find myself pounding my fist on the dashboard, screaming, “Pearl JAM! Pearl JAM! Now this is rock and roll! Jeremy’s SPO-ken! But he’s still al-LIIIIIVE!”
Will you two end up in bed together? Sadly, no. While I feel like a douchebag for abandoning a book about a dead woman who the author clearly loves a lot, the vapid writing about bad rock and roll, and the use of a mix tape as a metaphor for, well, everything, makes me not want to read any further. This really does come across as a very long Rolling Stone article about mortality, which isn’t anything that I have any desire to read. Abandoned at page 41.