I’ve heard the story before. I know how it ends. Yet something — curiosity, desire to learn, duty — drew me to the recent biography of John Lennon, John Lennon, by Philip Norman.
I’d already ingested Bob Spitz’s manic, intense, addictive The Beatles. Norman, who’s written on the Beatles and the Stones, Elton John and Buddy Holly, here focuses on just one of the Fabs — and takes 800 pages to do it.
The dream is over. Friends, the glaciers retreated faster from the Great Lakes into the Arctic than I’m getting through this book. John and Paul don’t have their famous first meeting until page 100. John’s mum, Julia, died on page 145. I’m now on page 171, and I’m getting desperate.
I’ve read many books that have taken time to warm up to. But I need a strategy here, an approach, a philosophy of reading. My attention is flagging. Help! Good reader, tell me what to do! For some reason — the subject, the fact that I bought it on sale — I’m loathe to abandon the book. (If Mr. Norman could keep at it, why can’t I?)
Have you read the book? What did you think of it? Can you give me any advice how to approach it?
If you haven’t read it, what’s your completely uninformed opinion?
Thanks in advance.