My own interest in grunge music has been... delayed. I was probably a little too young for Nirvana to truly appreciate them "back in the day". I was 9 years old when "Nevermind" was released. I remember seeing a "big kid" wearing a t-shirt with the "Nevermind" album cover, and thinking that it was just mean. And then there's the fact that I come from the "opposite side of the train tracks" from Kurt Cobain. My parents were extremely stable, educated people. Democrats, for sure, and surely concerned for the plight of the poor and vulnerable in society. But I never had to deal with the desperation that was part of the lifestyle that Nirvana's music screamed bloody murder against. I was never spoiled (which I define as getting whatever you want whenever you want.... I've never understand how children can just point at a toy in a store and their parents will automatically buy it for them. If I ever did that, it would have entirely tanked my chances ever getting it. Instead I had to wait for Christmas or my birthday for a single $5 action figure....), but I was never in want for food or clean clothing or shelter. It's like what Jack Black says in "School of Rock": rock music is about whatever pisses you off. And at the age of 9, 10, 11, 12, there really wasn't anything that did piss me off because I was damned lucky to have the kind of responsible parents that every kid deserves. About the only thing that pissed me off were my asshole peers I had in middle school. What did they listen to? Nirvana. Everybody listened to Nirvana. I remember being asked several times who my favorite musicians were when I was in the sixth grade. My answer was always "Rogers and Hammerstein". Stupid response, I know (and I've long outgrown it), but it was my own hair-brained way of separating myself, or saying "Fuck you", to all the jerks I had to share class with. I don't know whose side Kurt Cobain would take if he had known what was going on. I doubt he had any patience for Rogers and Hammerstein's work, but he himself was an outsider as a teenager.
Then, years later as a college student in Tacoma, I began to listen to 107.7 The End, and I discovered that I actually loved Nirvana's music. Because of that, and my general interest in the Pacific Northwest, I decided to read this book, but it took me a while to get around to it. It's not exactly a "Cascadian" book, but Nirvana and the grunge scene of the late 80s and 90s are extremely important to the Pacific Northwest, so I decided to review it as a "Cascadian" book anyway.
The Northwest has always been a bit of an island away from the rest of North America. We have a sizeable population and plenty of development out here, yet we're a thousand-mile drive from San Francisco, Denver, or Minneapolis. The nearest big city outside our region is probably Calgary, itself an isolated locale. And the difference between the Northwest and California, in terms of settlement from colonial powers, is that while emigrants to California were more likely to be seeking huge fortune (the '49 gold rush, the entertainment industry in Hollywood, etc.), emigrants to the Northwest were more likely to be seeking a good life away from the rat races of the East Coast. Sooner or later, something interesting was going to happen artistically in this forgotten corner of the continent.
Enter the "grunge" music scene of Washington state in the eighties. Everett True was among the British punk music journalists who paid attention to what was happening out here, and came to know Kurt Cobain personally before Nirvana was ever known to the rest of the United States. Then, in 1991, Nirvana "hit the big time". The rest of the world unexpectedly descended on the Northwest, "discovering" a few of the other local punk and metal bands (Pearl Jam), singling out their regional idiosyncrasies (flannel shirts!), and converting them into commercially-viable products. Their very own success bewildered Nirvana, deeply confusing and disturbing Kurt Cobain, who committed suicide after completing only two major albums ("Bleach" is awesome, but it was still just a local release).
Everett True doesn't go into this much detail describing the Northwest, but what he does describe he mostly gets right (aside from the fact that he confuses the Kingdome with the Tacoma Dome). In all honesty, I couldn't imagine a better person to write a biography about Nirvana. He knew the members personally, covered them for several years while they were just a small-time band playing gigs with only ten people in the audience. While he counted Kurt Cobain and Courtney Love as friends, he still had his professional duties as a journalist, and could be critical when necessary. I imagine that much of the reason for the vitriol and low-ratings for this book is because it breaks with the conventional wisdom that music fans have regarding Nirvana. It would be a lie to suggest that Courtney Love wasn't a problem. But the mythology that has risen up around the band paints Love as a complete villain and Kurt Cobain as a complete martyr. Everett True does a more-than-competent job describing the intricacies and gray areas of the situation with reason and thoughtfulness, which for some who are seeking outright condemnation of Love and hero-worship of Cobain won't appreciate. People and relationships can be complicated, folks. Bitch that she may be, Love is also a legitimate artist. Brilliant as he could be, Cobain was still a junkie. There are probably lots of people out there who don't want to accept that, but it's true.
As others have noted, it's a huge book. 500+ pages with small font printing. It took me two months to slog through it, but I enjoyed it the whole way. Part of the reason why it took me so long was because I would often stop to listen to music and watch the old music videos on YouTube. Everett True's book is well-written, rational, emotional, compelling, informative. It stoked my interest in several other grunge bands that I hadn't heard of before, namely Mudhoney and Tad, and I'd love to take on another book in the future that covers the Seattle and Olympia scenes outside of Nirvana in more depth.
Five stars. Initially wanted to give it four because of the Kingdome/Tacoma Dome fuckup, but I had to admit that the volume was too enjoyable to do to that.