This is a good read and is fantastic when it's focused on Suzi Ronson's time on tour with David Bowie and The Spiders From Mars, as she really brings this period in the early 70s to life, as well as her own upbringing in the 50s and 60s. I can only assume that she was an assiduous diary-keeper, as the amount of detail in her recollections of emotions, conversations, clothes, interior decoration, and so on is remarkable! Sadly, the book begins to fall apart, just as life does for herself and Mick, once David Bowie makes the famous announcement of the end of the Ziggy Stardust era.
The rather longer section of the book dealing with Suzi and Mick's lives as he seeks to carve out a solo career, and she tries to find purpose, is fascinating at first in terms of the people they meet, and their experiences in America and elsewhere bring home what an unsettling, difficult, and uncertain time they had. But after a while, this rollercoaster of false starts, success, and frustration becomes repetitive and dull to read - especially if you're not a fan of Mick Ronson.
I think I expected much more from this book, especially as Hanif Kureishi gives such a glowing quote on the back cover. Maybe I expected *too* much? For one thing, the title's quite misleading, given that David Bowie has faded from the picture well before the end. It's also written in the kind of breathless style I associate with teenage girls' diaries and Jackie magazine, especially at the beginning; sometimes it's all a bit "Gosh! Wow! OMG! It's Lou Reed!/Iggy Pop!/Bette Midler!/Bob Dylan!/Allen Ginsberg!", etc. It's one 'clang' after another, perhaps not surprisingly - although the Ronson's friendship with Mott The Hoople's Ian Hunter and his wife Trudi is a beautiful thing.
David Bowie comes across as quite steely and ruthless, and it's not hard to feel sympathetic towards Angie Bowie, Trevor Boulder, and Woody Woodmansey. And yet, through Ronson's descriptions, he's still the most charismatic character in the book, even when he's not present. Again, to be fair, the Bowie chapters are great: it's breezy and exciting, and it really motors along. But in all honesty, if, like me, you're not a Mick Ronson fan, M&MJ becomes increasingly dull, and it's all fallen apart by the end. If you're unfamiliar with Mick's post-Bowie career, you're lost - but from a purely objective view, it's still educational!
Suzi Ronson herself comes across as a charming, lovely lady; she's down to earth, unpretentious, open-hearted, and generous. The way she writes about her time on tour with the Spiders is terrific and so vividly depicted that you're right *there* with her and the band and crew. And whilst her gushing prose showing her adoration of Mick and countless swooning passages about how handsome/gorgeous/talented/sexy/etc he is gets wearing, it's also endearing and clearly heartfelt!
But, as I've said, perhaps once too often, Me and Mr Jones has issues. An index would be nice, for one thing. For another, Ronson makes much of a 16 year old female fan being underage, and yet the age of consent in 1972 *was* 16.
Another major issue I have is Ronson's insistence on writing out Mick, Woody, and Trevor's dialogue phonetically in order to emphasise their Hull accents, which I found both patronising and insulting. She makes all three of them sound like naive, wide-eyed simpletons from "Oop Nörth", compared to more 'sophisticated' Southerners like Bowie and herself. I hated it. She does the same with certain characters that she meets in the US, and again, it's embarrassingly crass, seeming to mock those she sees as being inferior and of lower status in some way; the way she does it doesn't feel like she's adding "local colour", and I think this was a *massive* misjudgement.
Above all, the major issue with M&MJ is the abrupt way in which it ends. The major part of the narrative finishes with the birth of the Ronson's daughter Lisa, the end of the Rolling Thunder Review tour, and the family looking forward to the future. When the narrative picks up again, it's to talk about Suzi's reaction to David Bowie's death. She mentions in passing that Mick had died 20 years previously of the same cancer - and it's like, *whaaat*?! There's a massive black hole in the story, with no reference to her life with or without Mick up to this point, leaving a huge void for a casual reader and/or casual David Bowie fan who'll want to know what the hell happened in the interim. Even a brief summation of Ronson's life to this point would've sufficed, as I would love to have known what she'd been up to, good or bad. Maybe she didn't think we'd be interested in her own life, which is a sad thought.
In summation, this book is *definitely* worth reading if you remember the Ziggy Stardust days and the very early 1970s in general, as it will take you right back there! I just wish the latter part of it was better composed and more informative, instead of coming across as rushed and badly thought-out.