Something like a cross between Patti Smith’s Just Kids, Educated and Glass Houses, a rock and roll memoir as much fairy tale as it is a coming of age story.
While I’m a fan of Case’s music, this is one of those memoirs where it doesn’t matter if you’d recognize any of her work at all. Case grew up hardscrabble in the Pacific Northwest with a dysfunctional family (to put it mildly). She could easily have ended up living in a double wide for the rest of her days, at best, but punk, music, horses and to a not insignificant degree Canada saved her.
I love and very much agree with the following from George Yatchisin in the California Review of Books: “somehow by the book’s end Case gets well past just the me in memoir, instead underlining the our in it. It’s a kind of prayer, kin to communion. Like everyone in a bar together huddled inside the sound of one song.”
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