I absolutely adore Queen and feel they easily rank as one of the best bands to ever play some rock. All four members brought immense talent to the band, but Freddie Mercury was the visual and vocal focal point.
Rick Sky’s The Show Must Go On is just not what I want out of a biography. Too often, bios end up being either puff pieces where a writer gushes about the subject of the bio, or they come off as paid advertisements. I’m not sure where this one falls, but it’s redundant and, by the end, difficult to get through.
A major problem for me is the sheer repetition. Sky interviewed a lot of people who knew Mercury and they all say the same thing; he was a kind, generous, wonderful, down to earth and amazingly talented individual. That’s wonderful but it’s also boring as hell when Sky keeps repeating the same info quoted from his various sources. Facts are also repeated ad nauseam. Sky tells us at least twice that, while Roger Taylor is not gay, he and Freddie were closest in the band. And I will never, ever, ever forget that Mercury did a lot of coke or that his opera hero is Montserrat Cabballe. Sky also calls Mercury “chubby” at one point, which really brings into question Sky’s opinion of what constitutes “chubby.”
Additionally, the writing is kind of like People magazine quality, which is very jarring in a biography. There’s a serious lack of chronology or even storytelling, if you will. The chapter subjects are bizarre and the chapter contents all over the place. Sky did his research, interviewed Mercury’s tight friends and Mercury personally, interviewed Queen, etc. But it’s all very clumsy. Unfortunately, The Show Must Go On reads like a very long magazine article.
Sky talks about himself in the course of the book, as well, which, as usual, drives me bonkers. The. Biographer. Is. Not. Important. To. The. Story. Of. The. Subject. Of. The. Biography. If he/she were, he/she would not be the biographer of that story. Be content your name is on the cover.
The worst for me is when Sky relates how Guns ‘N’ Roses played “Paradise City” and “Knockin’ On Heavens Door,” calling them “Queen classics.” Those aren’t even Queen songs. This may be a typo but it seems unlikely.
I see now, too, that this book was published in ’94, only a handful of year’s after Mercury’s death. Maybe it was a case of Citadel Press wanting to capitalize on Mercury’s memory and legions of fans and figured Sky was the perfect person to give them a nice, light, happy, positive look at the man’s life.
This book isn’t a total loss, though. You might think the only Queen/Black Sabbath connection is Brian May and Tony Iommi being pals, but no! One time Sabbath bassist, Jo Burt, went out with Mercury’s best friend (and likely the inspiration behind “You’re My Best Friend), Mary Austin! These are the facts that make books like this interesting! Which isn’t saying a whole lot, I suppose.