In many ways, Bill Scheft’s prose reminds me of the writings of the late Jack Douglas who, like Scheft himself, was a top-tier, late-night monologue writer (and drummer) who successfully turned his considerable joke-writing talents to long-form fiction. Unlike Douglas, however, Bill Scheft’s wit, while hilarious, is not an end in itself but instead serves as the sharpest, most entertaining means of making a good point. Scheft’s cast of characters exist as more than just handy frameworks on which to hang jokes. Scheft’s players come to life as fully fleshed-out people, as real as they are funny. And they are very, very funny.
Time Won’t Let Me starts out in a nice easy speed, setting up the origin of a 60’s college party band called The Truants. The tuneful narrative quickly picks up tempo and skips ahead several decades to the present-day where we are treated to hilarious updates and further adventures of these now-middle-aged college pals who have been persuaded to re-form the band for a reunion gig. As a baby-boomer musician myself, I couldn’t help but identify with the players, the situations, and Scheft’s pitch-perfect insights into the wild, often-touching, mix. But don’t get me wrong. You won’t need a musical background to enjoy Time Won’t Let Me. All you’ll need is a keen ear for well-tuned, masterful storytelling.