Many books have been written about Lynch and his work. If you ask me, he is the most interesting filmmaker still alive for a number of reasons. I will always sing the praises of Kurosawa, Kubrick, Jarmusch, Gilliam and the dozen or so other directors I purposefully rewatch, but Lynch is a revolutionary artist, even as he brought his raw nightmares and flawed dreams to the cinematic world. If you don't like Lynch films, it might help to watch them again, and to read what many fans have excavated from his multi-layered imagery, which can come off as pretentious nonsense to the uninitiated.
Are you still wondering about that awful-looking stuffed robin at the end of Blue Velvet, or the way certain characters disappear into thin air on screen for no apparent reason, or the dancing midget, or the girl in the radiator, or the life-size bunnies, or the 1001 other anomalies? You are not alone. The hallmarks of Lynch's work are so memorable because they are so ridiculous. He talks about a few of those quirks in this book, but not all of them.
This is a hybrid memoir biography. A combo of Lynch talking about his life and the people he worked with and knew discussing his work and their relationship with him. Lynch has four kids and was married four times. He began making short films and progressed to the big time after Elephant Man. His start was rocky. He moved around constantly, went to AFI, and it took 5 years to complete Eraserhead. Living expenses were always an issue, funding was an even bigger impediment. But Lynch had a way of getting his vision onto the screen despite all the obstacles. He was a paper boy well into adulthood and had odd jobs, spent 2 hours a night sitting in a coffee shop for a chunk of his life and at one point was sleeping 18 hours per day. He settled into a rhythm of productivity after discovering Transcendental Meditation and produced hundreds of abstract paintings and experimental short films for his membership website.
He believes that through meditation, humans can unlock happiness and improvement in every aspect of life by submerging themselves in the sea of consciousness. His book Catching the Big Fish is a condensation of his talks, which relate to the teachings of Maharishi Mahesh Yogi of whom Lynch was a protege. Lynch went on to found a TM foundation for world peace, which he stresses is not a religion but a mindset. The final component of this system is the belief that one can reach ultimate enlightenment through meditation and so awaken from the eternal wheel of reincarnation. Unsurprisingly, many of these concepts subtly make their way into his work.
Dune was a major disappointment to him and I think most people, but it remains a watchable film with great music and some startling visuals. Think about the fact that he made Dune to get out of the offer of directing Return of the Jedi. Thank the lord for that.
We get to hear his journey through every film he made in this book along with his artistic insights, his struggles and triumphs. He is constantly touted by the co-authors as a genuine, likable, relatable, down-to-earth genius who respects and loves everyone. He was also an absentee father and husband, so devoted to his projects that his personal life was a shambles, with lengthy respites when he wasn't shooting when he actually lived a balanced life.
Having watched all of his features and all seasons of Twin Peaks, I consider myself a fan. I am most fascinated by his artistic methodologies and the obsession with coding imagery and abstraction he employs, the organic vision he translates to moving pictures, which coalesces into emotional and moving scenes with unpredictable dialogue and striking visual composition. You get the super dark, visceral absurdist Eraserhead. A trip from beginning to end. Then the moody Elephantman - which is just a good film. Enough standard fare to fulfill most peoples' storytelling expectations. Then the impeccable and disturbing Blue Velvet (the best entry point into his work)—the beginning of the dichotomies. Lynch films often contain some of the best and worst acting, purposefully awkward scenes, and a glacially slow pace. Think of each frame as a painting, one containing many layers, and you will begin to appreciate the dedication he puts into the directing art.
After that, the wild and questionable Wild at Heart, famous for the Nick Cage freak-out trend. The film was actually a lot more bloody, brutal, and vicious before they produced the final cut. It's really pushing the envelope as is, and somehow won the Palm D'Or at Cannes. A highly unconventional road movie, to say the least. Then the twisted and riveting Lost Highway, a noir experiment that holds up really well to rewatchings.
Then began the near religious experience of Twin Peaks season 1, the hot mess WTF of season 2, and the convoluted visual labyrinth of subtext of season 3. The third season was filmed 25 years after the second and couldn't be more different in tone and atmosphere. Yet the whole series coheres and contains an impressive array of character development and an incredible synthesis of visually compelling ideas. You will never forget Twin Peaks, and it remains one of the most influential shows of all time. To fully appreciate the easter eggs and hidden meanings, watch the videos uploaded by Twin Perfect on Youtube: Over 6 hours of footage interpreting the mysteries in Lynch's magnum opus.
In between you get the Disney G-rated perfectly moving Straight Story, easy to recommend to anyone who appreciates a quiet, simple film. Finally the masterpiece of Mulholland Dr. — the pinnacle of his artistry and a powerful, timeless classic.
And lastly there is the uncalled-for trashterpiece of Inland Empire. I have yet to read the hundreds of pages of fan interpretation on this mystically weird 3-hour shaky-cam film, but it combines Lynchian archetypes into a melange of horripilating interwoven stories reminiscent of Mulholland, but without the pleasing cinematography. It is profoundly upsetting and possibly evil, but you can be the judge. I may revise my summation after thorough research but I believe it contains utterly revolting and unnecessary scenes alongside some breathtaking feats of acting and obvious subconscious associations I've yet to comprehend.
Apart from that the assorted shorts I have never really cared about and his multiple books of visual art. Studying Lynch's life, methods, and production is a worthy endeavor in my estimation. Not only is the pursuit entertaining and rich, it is addictive and easy to discuss with others. I have yet to try his two other short television series, which no one talks about: Motel Room and On the Air. But I look forward to reading the Twin Peaks books, watching the deleted scenes, and rewatching Fire Walk with Me, which I didn't like the first time.
To be fair, this book must be rented or bought in audiobook form to gain the full value. David Lynch's voice is perfectly attuned to his wacky brand of madness and hearing him talk is enough to hook anybody. You must also be well-versed in his films to get the most out of this memoir. If you are a devotee or a mildly enthused fan I highly recommend this book and consider it the most fascinating autobiography I have ever read.