I am thankful for Bockris's unauthorized Patti Smith biography for shaking us out of our Just Kids farce. Patti constructed herself as godlike, complete with authentic outsider status, androgynous feminist beauty, a peaceful friendship with Robert, and thus, a love for all gay people. But Bockris casually corrects us: we're dealing with-- yes, a very talented person--who is also a misogynist, homophobic social climber. Patti carefully constructs her fame by silently hanging around the Max's Kansas City crowd until the right moment to strike. Patti then disrupted feminist solidarity when she told Debbie Harry something to the effect of "step down, there's only room for one of us in this scene". To top it all off, Patti made Robert's queerness her enemy for reasons related to jealous gender-angst. Until he got AIDS.
If this story played out in the current day and age, I'd read Patti's early body hatred as a seed of transgender identity, and therefore her attraction to Robert as a homosexual one, which would explain the jealousy. This argument would also explain these misogynist altercations: Patti has always been hostile to her lesbian fanbase for identifying with her androgyny, an arms length to push herself closer to gay men than other queers.
Bockris reveals the backstory behind the distance between Patti and Robert before his diagnosis with AIDS, as well as her disappearance from New York for a period of Detroit domesticity. These scenarios help the reader understand Patti's trajectory of mounting fame, subsequent disappearance, and then the resurrection: a holy comeback which erased her drugged up toxicity from the collective memory. I appreciate the honesty and thorough documentation with which he tells Patti's story, complete with both accomplishments and foibles. I say go ahead, revere Patti as a saint, as long as you can deal with what she'd hiding in her monastic closet.