This isn't your usual biography.
Oh sure, it covers the gritty truths of Tori's life: Miscarriages, rape, alienation, disillusionment. And yes, it yields the highlights: Her marriage, her daughter's birth, her musical success. But more than anything, this book records not the life of Tori Amos itself, but the *experience* of being Tori. Of being an artist.
It's not organized in a necessarily coherent way. It seems to flip-flop around a lot in time, so much so that when her more recent career is the subject and all of a sudden we're discussing when she was five, it can't even properly be called a flashback because we were never solidly in the present. But I think that style suits the material well. After all, Tori is not "over." There is no reason to go beginning to end when she is still changing, living, and becoming.
The book is broken into sections that cover themes to some degree, and though there is a sense of sprawling event-shuffling and a case of snapshot-itis, it has the feeling of viewing a whole collage and seeing it as a collective work rather than as snip-snaps of hundreds of magazines. And that rather sums up Tori's life. She is a snippet of everything that has somehow been spun into one song.
Tori is a musician. This book gives the reader a peek at her particular brand of art. Reading this, one really starts to understand what *being* an artist is like; being an artist is a very different experience from just being a person who creates art once in a while.
Anyone can draw a picture, move through the steps of a dance, write a song. But only a *painter* sees the world as fodder for a giant canvas and uses the eye as a camera to filter the beauty of the world through a paintbrush; only a *dancer* moves through life in a perpetual state of grace in balance and comfortable in the fluid precarious; only a *musician* lives and breathes notes until they are no longer individual tones but chords that weave into progressions that weave into harmony and melody that weave into songs and symphonies and sonic art.
In this book, we see how the world is the placenta for these musical babies while Tori is the cord. How the songs truly have their own lives that are expressed through Tori's voice, fingers, and artistic mind. How she truly IS her songs and what living in perpetual creation must be like.
So, as mentioned, this is not a chronicling of events or an analysis of her career or a journalistic representation of yet another rock star, though in its way it does end up sort of doing all those things. But really, what it does is introduce us to Tori, which means introducing us to her and her music.
The book highlights her relationship with the feminine and masculine divine, her interpretation of her heritage, her flirting with archetypes, and her musical inspiration (though she keeps quiet on specifics). Snippets called "Song Canvases" pepper the book's chapters, highlighting particular Tori songs and giving the reader some discussion about their creation, meaning, and expression. Personal stories about growing up, finding herself, understanding her sexuality, reconciling "the two Marys," becoming a wife, and becoming a mother help readers get to know Tori-the-person as well as understand her music better, though there are very few bits of the book that beat the reader over the head with "the truth EXPOSED!" or "the INSIDE SCOOP!" type revelations about her. It's a quiet, gentle rocking-into-you story of a woman and her life--which is not to say it doesn't have shocking bits, because it does--and the reader as a stranger feels more brought into this illuminated world.
I would have to say that my only reservation about this book's presentation is that one very likely has to be a Tori fan already to appreciate it. It is simply not a straightforward book and unless the reader is very forgiving of "confusing" life stories or is particularly sensitive to artistic renderings or stories of artists, the general reader might put it down for something more traditional.
Speaking as a Tori fan for over a decade, though, I found it captivating and beautiful. I was thrilled to be introduced to "characters" like Jon, Matt, Mark, and of course little Tash; I giggled a little at her casual mention of calling up Trent Reznor or having Neil Gaiman coming on in to meet her newborn daughter; I loved hearing about her mother, father, grandma, Poppa, and parental gods and goddesses. Hearing her words--rendered into this particular format by the quite-artistic-herself journalist Ann Powers--was like one of those good dreams where you get everything you want and awake not really minding that it didn't actually happen to you.
I recommend this book to anyone, but doubly for anyone who either is an artist or loves one. And it is absolutely required reading for Tori fans--"You bet your life it is!"