You know a biographer’s subject must have led an interesting life when the book runs to 600 pages, plus another 40 for the Index.
And the man isn’t even dead yet…
All kidding aside, Mick Jagger is one of the most iconic figures of the entire musical movement lumped under the broad heading of Rock ‘n Roll.
The irony here, of course, is that he and The Rolling Stones never set out to be a Rock ‘n Roll band. They WANTED to be a blues band; at the very least, a Rhythm and Blues band.
But they emerged from England in the early 60’s, they were contemporaries of the Beatles, and nobody ever seemed to want to be bothered about making the distinction.
Philip Norman has provided the reader with a masterful work, which is no more than one would expect from his prior “group” biography of the Rolling Stones as a corporate entity, his comparable effort concerning the Beatles and his biography focusing on John Lennon. The man obviously knows his stuff, and anything he doesn’t know he researches until he has run it to ground.
Delightfully easy to read – even at 600 pages – and filled with anecdotal evidence that paints a fairly well rounded picture of the man who has spent much of his public life denying he has any really cogent memory of anything.
Unlike a number of entertainment autobiographies, in which the authors often seek to excuse their excesses, Norman makes no such attempts on his subject’s behalf. Michael Philip Jagger is presented without apology, warts and all. Particularly when it comes to the subject of women.
Neither is Norman overly worshipful about his celebrated subject. He lets the chips fall where they may, which makes this book an even more entertaining read.
Obviously recommended for an audience of my contemporaries (anyone who personally remembers the British Invasion,) but also useful to a younger audience who may yet appreciate where today’s media darlings of the music world first got their ideas for world conquest in the first place.”
Very highly recommended, both for recreation as well as insight.