An inconsequential book. 2020s era Darby Derrex returns to Chicago from NYC with her life at a dead end after a bust in the world of finance. She assumes ownership of her recently deceased uncle’s independent record shop. After being introduced to a predictably quirky set of coworkers, we’re set up for a rehash of Nick Hornby’s High Fidelity, but that’s more of a head fake than anything. Soon we dive into the meat of the plot - Darby discovers a time traveling El line that lets her travel back to the 90s and relive her past. Was that moment when she departed Chicago for New York the right choice? Should she have stuck to her alternative roots as a music journalist?
A story like this can go one of two ways: the lead realizes that nostalgia isn’t all its cracked up to be, reassesses their current position and rights it... or they have a “return to faith” and resume the life they should have stayed in all along. Unfortunately, the tension between these options never materialized, and I never really cared what happened to Darby. Furthermore, the book's attempts to rekindle the reader’s 90s nostalgia didn’t really hit the mark either. There are handful of legit Chicago references, but also invented venues that seemed like missed opportunities. A large chunk of the book leaves Chicago altogether, and the promised revisits of classic Chicago concerts are not even experienced first hand by the reader, but only as stories Darby submits to her newspaper.
Overall, a quick read, but boring. One star is harsh, but I can’t think of a person I’d recommend it to.