I love soul music and its undisputed queen, but I found this book to be shallow. I am a bit disappointed to find that someone I admire so much as an artist I don’t relate to much as a person. There is something about the way she narrates her luxurious lifestyle that makes her sound rather tone deaf to me toward people on the outside of the rich celebrity bubble. Because of a disability, I mostly listen to audio books, so I get the audio narrator’s interpretation on top of the author’s, and I think the narrator had a glib and self-satisfied tone, but it seemed to me the author did as well.
It seemed that one of her objects was to refute anything negative that anyone else had ever said about her or her life, to point out how anyone she had ever had a conflict with had been wrong, and deny any gossip about her that had ever appeared in the media. In the process she sometimes created a narrative that seemed to me to be too rosy to ring completely true, especially when discussing her childhood and adolescence. I don’t know whether I am wrong to question what someone else says about their own life, but having earlier seen the movie Respect, I am struck by the difference in the way her first pregnancy and what it meant for her life was treated here versus in the movie. In this narrative, it sounded consensual, she had a boyfriend who was also a kid, they took to holding, she found herself putting on weight and was pregnant, her father was supportive, the pregnancy went well, the child was a gift from God. This was before abortion was legal, but it’s the type of narrative that would be championed by abortion opponents. She was only thirteen when she became pregnant. Considering that she didn’t know what was happening when she got her first period, it raises the question of whether she even knew how women became pregnant. People do not become pregnant just by holding. IMO anyone who gets a thirteen year old pregnant is taking advantage of her. The pregnancy went well, gift from God narrative is repeated with her pregnancy at sixteen. She also depicts her parents as having been perfect. She wanted to answer what she considered an unfair accusation that her mother had abandoned them, but are any parents perfect? There is no mention of the “demons” that haunt her in the movie, but it could be that the movie played up this aspect of her story knowing it would interest an audience.
The way she narrates her lifestyle, which ranges from well to do to luxurious, seems to me to show a lack of connectedness with those less fortunate. Of course it’s great that there was a prosperous African American community in Detroit in the time she was growing up, where kids could enjoy themselves, and that nurtured the creation of so much great music. And people who have earned their wealth by doing brilliant creative work have earned it more than most of the very wealthy. But her tone sounds insulated from what others are experiencing. Even when she toured with her father as a gospel singer in the segregated south, where they were treated as “second class” in restaurants, she said it didn’t bother her because she knew they were first class. No comment on what she saw other African Americans experiencing in that time and place, or discussion of the terrible poverty that would later plague her beloved home city, though she does mention the construction of a freeway that destroyed her father’s church. All her luxurious costumes, luxurious homes, endless series of attractive lovers, friendships with other superstars…if she were not as big a star as any of them, one might get the impression that she is name dropping to impress an audience. I guess not everyone believes that the conspicuous consumption of the wealthy has any relationship to the deprivation of the poor. She raves about the great time she had entertaining and being honored by the Clintons, but she doesn’t say a word about what she thought of their policies. To me this showed a lack of seriousness. No African Americans, no matter how wealthy or successful, are immune to the violence that often gets visited on their people, and Aretha’s own son was brutalized by some cops to whom he was just another young black man, not the son of a queen. I wonder how much she really bared her soul in this continually upbeat and largely superficial narrative, or whether it is more about keeping up appearances. Her soul is in her singing, her priceless gift to us all.