I was interested in picking up this book because I'm from Asbury Park and I like Springsteen's music. I didn't really expect much from the piece, so my expectations weren't very high. With that said, I was pretty satisfied by the last page.
It's about a young bloke from London who is torn between his strict Pakistani upbringing and his love for rock music, particularly anything by Bruce Springsteen. Gradually he musters the strength and gumption to tear away from his parents more and more, dressing rebeliously and eventually even flying to America on whims just to see Springsteen concerts. The young man is not only fixated but obsessed and Bruce is often likened to a messiah of sorts. The entire book is about seperating oneself from his/her culture for the sake of personal identity. Interesting...
However, what wasn't so interesting was the main character. He came off as a constant complainer, selfishly abandoning his important duties to his family just so that he could indulge in his gluttonous love for self-expression. Seldom did he ever sacrifice himself for those who took care of him, even after the tragic death of his father through circumstance I can well identify with. He was constantly whining about how bad he had it when all the while he was the only person in his family who got to have it his way. His father, God rest his soul, worked his tail off to make enough money in England for his family to migrate over and lead better lives. His sisters, being female, were already done in through cultural demands and thus were expected to shoot low in life's grand plan. His brother, strictly adhering to the beliefs of his upbringing, took on all of the responsibilities that the main character chose to forsake.
My low opinion of the author was set in stone after hearing an interview with him on NPR. He came off as self-centered, overbearing and seemed to talk just to hear his own voice. Then again, that's what this is all about - his own voice. Forget everyone else.
This book is below average.