Filed under: Bookshelf, Reading | Tags: Glenn Hoddle, Luke Haines, Post Everything
Luke Haines‘ first book, Bad Vibes, was such a total delight – scurrilous, bitter, twisted and funny as all hell – that this was probably always going to be a comparative disappointment, and it is. There are some great bits – the Glenn Hoddle story, a meeting with Bono, the brilliant running Stewart Home gag – but for the most part it’s an altogether less caustic read. Haines is just less here: less insightful, less indiscreet and vicious, less self-destructive. I guess he’s much happier – the various label complications (and a thwarted musical) don’t undo the fact that’s he’s pretty loaded, blissfully in love and altogether less mental. Good for him, of course, but not so much for the reader. Definitely still worth a read but just not a patch on volume 1.
But then if it gets people listening to Black Box Recorder again, I’m all for it.
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