- Taschenbuch: 544 Seiten
- Verlag: Robinson (12. Mai 2011)
- Sprache: Englisch
- ISBN-10: 1849014663
- ISBN-13: 978-1849014663
- Größe und/oder Gewicht: 13 x 3,4 x 19,7 cm
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- Amazon Bestseller-Rang: Nr. 385.926 in Fremdsprachige Bücher (Siehe Top 100 in Fremdsprachige Bücher)
The Mammoth Book of Bob Dylan (Mammoth Books) (Englisch) Taschenbuch – 12. Mai 2011
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Manages to catch some of Dylan's magic. (Catholic Herald)
Fascinating and hilarious anecdotes. (Jewish Chronicle)
A great book ... as discursive and illuminating as any recent book on Dylan I've read. (Craig McGregor, author of 'Bob Dylan: A Retrospective')
The fullest ever anthology of writing about rock's greatest poet.Alle Produktbeschreibungen
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The Mammoth Book of Bob Dylan was compulsively readable; I liked Nat Hentoff's New Yorker piece, Jules Siegel's "Well, What Have We Here?", Andy Gill's background info on the recording of Blood On the Tracks, and many short articles illuminating aspects of Dylan. I especially liked the various articles reprinted from Mojo magazine.
I've read stronger collections of Dylan articles, but this had enough variety of articles both in length and topic to keep me reading.
I'll be the first to admit that Dylan has put out a few real stinkers, but Egan's trashing of Dylan's entire output post-"John Wesley Harding" (with the exception of "Blood on the Tracks", which he is still only luke-warm to) is just mean-spirited and ignorant.
If this book was Egan's grumpy badmouthing alone, I'd give it one star. But the collected articles and interviews by substantially better writers (who actually understand and appreciate Dylan's work) that are thrown in throughout the book are worth a couple extra stars. Craig McGregor's account of a couple of candid meetings with Dylan is particularly good, as is Johnny Black's diary-styled "Dylan in 1966".
If you can get this book on the cheap, I'd recommending tearing out all of Egan's spite-filled, biased drivel and enjoy the mini-book of great short pieces by competent authors.
**EDIT** I wrote the original, three-star review before getting to the post "Time Out of Mind" section. It boggles my mind how such a miserable, cynical, solipsistic twit like Egan would have the audacity to criticize Dylan's work in exactly such terms, even go so far as to imply that the artist is sociopathic. The arrogant snob dismisses anyone who could possibly enjoy Dylan's later work (which includes everyone who bought enough of those albums to make two of them the #1 album in the U.S. and one the #1 album in the U.S. and U.K.) as sycophants.
What a waste of time reading this nasty piece of trash. One star, which isn't even deserved.