I'm sure there must be an extremely narrow niche audience for this unique book, but unless you grew up dancing in New York City in the 1990s or love obscure music tracks it's a disappointment coming from a guy who must have a fascinating life story (which he overlooks on these pages). We'll never know because Ronson totally focuses on how he became a club DJ during the 1990s and there's little about what the rest of we know him for.
As a Jewish boy from England who grew up in New York, his rich upbringing allowed him to have access at a young age to people and places that 99.9% of the rest of us would never have a chance. Sounds like it would make fascinating stories, right? Yet we learn little about how his family or early years impacted him--instead he jumps right into his playing records for parties as he glosses over his illegally being hired as an underage child and his lawbreaking drug or alcohol usage.
Instead, it's page after page of songs I've never heard, artists I don't know, and NYC places few readers will identify. Ronson fails to provide much context or background on any of this, more excited to brag about his accomplishments and failures with energy fueled by the night.
He hits the point over and over that he is part of the rare group of "night people" who thrive from 1:00 to 4:00 a.m., yet through all of it I thought "who cares?" Everything he reaches for is extremely shallow (maybe that's how he helped pen the Oscar-winning Star is Born hit?)
Along the way he makes a few offensive statements, the worst being that he brags about using the K-word for Jews that rhymes with bike. "Taking after our black heroes in music, we'd decided to reclaim the slur." Seriously?
How about instead having a deep discussion of the appropriateness of music using terms that are offensive to the masses (while hypocritically condemning non-blacks or non-Jews for using such terms), or using excuses to "reclaim" something that's unjustifiable?
Then it's ironic that this hip-hop loving DJ capitalizes "black" throughout the book (despite it being grammatically incorrect and he doesn't capitalize white) yet the K-word about his own Jewish people he doesn't capitalize, despite the American Jewish Committee's description of the derogatory term being a capital K.
Then to make things worse, he bemoans the fact that "there were only three black students in a class of fifty" at his high-priced elitist high school--but that 6% MATCHES THE PERCENTAGE OF BLACK MALES IN AMERICA. If he as a liberal wants true "representation," then his school was doing just fine, though he doesn't seem worried about other minorities--this guy is addicted to black culture.
The college dropout admits that well into adulthood he was "bad with money...I was lucky--I had a safety net in my mother." But he also says he'd hang out with other "kids of rock stars, public servants...and academics...we were know-it-alls--the good kind, mostly." Ha! No, Nark Ronson, rich know-it-alls are by nature NOT good. They demean others, think of themselves as much more talented than they really are, end up stealing riffs from other songs and mooching off those close to them in order to keep the high going. No matter how successful he is at playing records on a dance floor, that doesn't make him "good."
Why is it that so many of these narrow-minded talentless elitists are praised for simply mixing music that others created? (Paris Hilton is a similar example.) At least Ronson graduated beyond the clubs to doing more recent actual creative work, but that's barely mentioned here.
Instead of thinking "night people" are the greatest, he should take a good hard look at his self-centered myopic life and start going to bed early so in the next book the daylight can shed light on your real life.