The Dirt by Mötley Crüe
Book of the week is an autobiography/oral history about a bunch of fucking savages unleashed in a savage world. Not giving much of a fuck seems to be what Sunset Strip in the 80s was built on, and few did it better/worse than Motley Crüe. What I like most about this one is the multiple points of view from the band, ex wives and other tangential characters. Everyone is recounting the same events, but the versions don’t always line up. Is there even such a thing as what really happened? How about when everyone’s reality is twisted? This is the only book I’ve ever finished in bed late at night and then picked up and started again when I awoke the next morning.
There’s a lot of sadness in these pages but the spirit of fun, freedom and rock n fucking roll perseveres. A movie adaptation comes out this Friday. #pleasedontsuck
(UPDATE: The movie was trashy and stupid and fun and kinda perfect.)