March 14th, 2019
I don’t know a lot about music. I don’t know a lot about the 70’s. I don’t even particularly like romance in stories. So if you were to lay out all of these elements on a table and tell me that’s what this book is about, I would say that there’s no reason for me to read it.
But then you’d get to the plot. You’d talk about struggle with addiction, with perfection, with imperfection, and with drive, and I’d listen a little closer. You’d tell me that this is written in a less traditional format, and I’d keep listening, and then you’d tell me that I would rate it 5 stars and I’d say “We’ll see.”
I read this book in three hours. It’s an oral history of a fictional rock band in the 70’s called Daisy Jones & The Six, as the title suggests. It’s the story of how they got together, and why they broke up. It flies by, and the format has a lot to do with that. It’s easier for me to read a conversation than it is description.
I loved this story. I loved watching Daisy and Billy struggle independently and together, I loved the resolve of Karen and how grounded she was in her work and knowing herself. I liked the relationships between everyone involved in the music, but most of all I loved Camila. She’s the glue that held Billy together, and their relationship was my favorite part of the story.
I read a lot of reviews for this book, and all of them talked about Billy and Daisy’s love story, and the “will they or won’t they aspect.” I didn’t care about their relationship to each other. I cared about their relationship as it related back to Camila. Billy’s strength in choosing her and not letting her go, even if it was the harder choice sometimes is what kept me reading.
Of course, I also loved reading the effect that had on Daisy. Her drive and need for approval, for someone to be with her, and her desperation to be loved by anyone else so she could forget about Billy.
Yes, it’s a romance story, but at the same time it’s about how romance doesn’t always work.
I really enjoyed this book. I loved that the lyrics to their songs are printed at the back. I’m not good at being invested in the musicians I listen to. I separate art from the artist, and I purely consume the art. This book made me wish that these were real people, which in turn made me want to learn more about the people whose art I do love.