My first read of 2018: a solid 5 stars!
I love autobiographies and biographies alike because everyone has a story. No person on the planet experiences a day the same way as anyone else. And, though I don't know him personally, what I learned about Michael Nesmith BEFORE ever picking up his autobiography intrigued me pretty quickly—mainly because our childhoods have many parallels, despite the fact that I was born in September, 1998—nearly 56 years after he was. Hell, had I been born exactly 50 years prior, I probably would've been one of the ones experiencing "Monkee Mania" firsthand.
I first found out about The Monkees in January, 2016. I was a Senior in high school and took a Pop Culture class in which my teacher played a 'The Monkees' episode. Since I've only been a Monkees fan for around two years now, my first exposure to them was not as a child who grew up watching them on TV. As a then-17 year old, I grew to like the group because of the connections I had with it, and the references that were slipped into the show were things that no seven year old would've understood the first time around—long story short, I wasn't much younger than the group was at the time the show aired and, as a result, appreciated a lot of the same things that I hope they did about a lot of the episodes. Nesmith can bash The Monkees all he wants, but it was clever as hell and, in my opinion, way ahead of its time in regards to the jokes thrown in and some of the subject matter. I mean, c'mon. Episodes centered around The Monkey's Paw and Of Mice & Men? That's pretty damn clever.
However, despite the fact that I like the show and the band (although I will agree on Nesmith on one thing—I much prefer the later '60s music to the earlier '60s stuff), I'm actually glad that Nesmith didn't focus all of the book's energy on his career as a Monkee. Do I wish he'd maybe spend a little more time on the subject? Sure. But being a Monkee did not and does not define him as a person, just as being a Beatle does not define Paul McCartney as a person, and being a Rolling Stone does not define Mick Jagger as a person (although I am salty about the fact that the Monkees outselling those groups is a lie—literally, Nesmith, what the hell). Celebrities are simply regular people with unusual, often times creative, careers and they can make mistakes and have their ups and downs just as anyone else can—which Nesmith demonstrated quite a bit in Infinite Tuesday. I actually really loved how self-aware he was throughout the entire read, and, unlike a lot of "celebrities," I felt he was pretty humble about it, and certainly didn't act like he was on a "high horse."
Despite the fact that this *is* his autobiography, I really admire how he didn't necessarily make it all about him. He talked about his mother, Bette Nesmith (which, by the way—hello? feminist icon? the woman was a legend), quite a bit and he owned up to the facts that he should've treated Phyllis better, and maybe wasn't the perfect person that diehard Monkees fans often portray him to be, in regards to commitment issues, anger issues, and a lot of things that "regular people" also have to deal with. There was a lot of raw emotion put into this book, which I definitely think is what made it so easy to connect with. However, he also talked about his achievements, which is GREAT. Self-awareness and acknowledging your flaws is amazing, a lot of celebrities try to paint themselves as being 'perfect,' but, just like anyone else, he deserves to feel proud of the good things he's done in his life too. And, sure, maybe I didn't agree with everything he wrote about, but when does that ever happen? Being open about your wrongs is a very admirable thing, as well as a very tough thing to do sometimes.
Overall, this was a great start to 2018. I feel like I can admire Nesmith a lot more now, and I honest to God was not expecting to fall in love with the book as much as I did. This was an amazing autobiography, one of the best I've ever read. I just wish I could let him know somehow~