Bertei's book takes us into the dark heart of rock and roll as she excavates the light of what moves us in music's most ecstatic moments. The story takes place in the punk scene of Cleveland, overlooked but not to be underestimated in its importance to the punk and no wave music scene of the mid-to-late 1970s. She meets a photographer (most likely Nan Goldin) who opens her eyes to a new way of seeing queer life, and afterwards, meets and teams up with Peter Laughner, legendary musician and bad boy misfit. Without falling prey to the live-fast-die-young ethos afforded to those who leave the planet due to excess, she looks into what often prevents us from being our authentic selves, and the elevation music provides, with a poet's heart. Her prose is electric, the story, cautionary, painful, and achingly beautiful. In an age of identity politics, this is one of the most on-point books I've read about
authenticity and the dangers of playing to the crowd.