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352 pages, Paperback
First published May 26, 2009
I read Reggie Nadelson's book about her search for the American-born singer Dean Reed – who rose to stardom as a party-line towing rock'n'roller behind the Iron Curtain – out of interest in learning about pop music under Soviet rule. Presumably Nadelson wrote the book out of a similar curiosity. As so often happens on researching nonfiction, however, she wasn't really able to come up with enough to tell a story. So instead she does what journalists often do - she tells the story of trying to tell the story.
I don't fault Nadelson for that. What I do fault her for is being sloppy. The Czech singer mentioned above, a close friend and sometimes co-conspirator of Reed's, is named "Václav Neckář." He has has own tales to tell about pop music under Communism but this book isn't about him. The reason he's relevant here is that throughout the book he is referred to as "Vaclav Nectar" – an obvious spellcheck flub that no one managed to catch on the way to the printing press.
And so the wall comes tumbling down.
Comrade Rockstar reads like a first draft - and not a very good one. There are occasional punctuation errors and unclear sentences. Worse, there are scenes depicted as fact which we are to accept as Nadelson seems to accept as truth whatever she's told. Sourcing is not always clear. Scene-setting descriptions are hackneyed and trite. And as a narrator she's considerably self-obsessed. But I probably wouldn't go to the trouble of holding her to the flame about any of that – I would have just clicked one star and been on my way – had she bothered to proofread her book.
For a reader interested in the subject – as I am – there are still things to be gleaned. But as journalism or even enjoyable storytelling the book is deeply flawed.