It took me a long time to finish this because, to be honest, I don’t have much of an interest in country music. Why would I pick up a book like this if I don’t? I was expecting something broader—similar to an anthology—and a bit more encompassing than what this turned out to be.
This was something more personal and specific; which is fine if you’re familiar with Alice Randall, or her work, but not so much if you’ve never heard of her or understand why she’d be important in the pantheon of “Black Country”.
If anything, the more I read, the more it became clear Randall felt cheated out of becoming someone of greater significance; she never quite got her due and perhaps feels a little bitter? Disappointed? Hard to say but the message that came across was, “what if I’d been allowed a true chance to shine? What could I have become”?
It’s a theme throughout the book, as she drops names only the truest of fans would recognize, and details the numerous chances she never got because someone didn’t take her vision seriously.
I will admit it was maddening to hear how easily she was bamboozzled out of her one big break; she missed out on a loft sum when an unscrupulous “friend” decided to take credit for for “XXX’s and OOO’s”—Randall’s biggest and most well-known hit.
That said, I walked away feeling a little less than sorry for her because the situation, as relayed, seemed avoidable; if anything, Randall came away looking more foolish than duped.
Aside from that, there’s a lot of unnecessary information? Like the train ride she took in order to write this book? I’m not sure it was necessary to know every detail of that journey; it certainly didn’t add anything to the story as a whole. It felt a bit like filler.
Even more, many of the encounters she speaks of—with more famous people like Quincy Jones, Charley Pride, and Aretha Franklin—felt more like someone name dropping than someone actually trying to make connections to whatever story she was attempting to tell.
There were numerous moments like that in this book, where a big name would be mentioned—Garth Brooks, Trisha Yearwood, Reba McIntyre, etc.—and Randall would make an attempt to show how she contributed, or was connected, in some way to the way those people made their way into the country ranks on a larger scale.
Kind of like a Six Degrees of Separation using herself as point one.
It made for a read that felt disjointed in places and uninteresting in others.
Overall, it was interesting to learn a few tidbits about well-known artists like Aretha Franklin, Ray Charles, and Charlie Pride—and I know more about Linda Martell, DeFord Bailey, and Lil Harding—but, as a whole, I think you need a deeper I.Q. into country music to truly enjoy this book.