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Title: Porcelain: A Memoir
Title: Porcelain: A Memoir
Series:
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Author:
Moby
Rating:
3.5 of 5 Stars
Genre:
Autobiography
Pages:
408
Format:
Digital Edition
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Synopsis: |
Moby, the music artist, looks back on his life from his late teens until the release of his album, Play, in 1999.
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My Thoughts:
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I've enjoyed various songs by Moby, as I like the kind of music he puts out. I'm not his greatest fan, nor do I know all his albums or all his songs or anything like that. I'm a casual fan. At best. I knew that one of his songs was the end song for the movie Bourne Identity. I knew that he was a vegetarian [turns out he's vegan] and I knew that he had, at some point, claimed to be a Christian.
Non-fiction
is not the genre [notice how I lump it ALL together? That should tell
you something] that I like to take long swims in. I prefer to let
others have that privilege. But my recent read of Deadhouse
Gates really left me needing
something very different to get me back in the reading groove. This
popped up at the library, I believe, so that is how I ended up
reading it.
How do
I review a book that is pretty much a journal? There is no plot. Moby
goes all over the place even while keeping things very chronological.
We might get introduced to Karen in one chapter and then he's with
Josephine in the next with no rhyme or reason. This was not an
indepth, exhaustive look at Moby's life. It touched on highlights
that have apparently stood out to him up until 1999, when things
started going his way?
3
things stood out to me. He had a very hard life growing up and
overcame being the token poor boy where he lived. Relationally, he
needs to grow up and make a commitment to one of the ladies and stop
searching for “The One”. Love isn't just a feeling and he chases
the feelings, time after time after time. Finally, while he might
call himself a Christian, I'd be forced to say he's “spiritual”.
He's interested in “God” but it is apparent that while he's read
and even studied the Bible, he doesn't think that the God of the
Bible is the God he's after. It is sad to see and he even
acknowledges his gradual loss of Faith, but he never claims to have
had Faith in Jesus Christ. So from my perspective, what has he really
lost? A feeling.
This
is definitely geared more towards those who are musicians themselves.
When he starts talking about “the beatback interwoven with the
attack high on his RGB-304” I have no phracking clue what he's
talking about, specifically. I can glean that he's doing something
musical with one of his instruments. In all honesty, that is enough,
but it would have been nice to understand a little more sometimes. I
felt like the dumb kid peeking through the window occasionally.
With
all of that being said, I still enjoyed this read. I learned more
about a guy whose music I like. I jumped the rut of SFF for a day and
I learned that I am pretty damned satisfied with my life even if I'm
not famous, making 100K a year or sleeping with pornstars. If Moby,
whose real name is Richard Melville Hall, writes another memoir about
later in his life, I'll be reading it for sure.
★★★☆ ½
