... And she don't care

I finally finished Ticket to Ride, an autobiographical account of radio reporter Larry Kane, the only American journalist to accompany The Beatles on every stop of their first American tour in 1964. The book basically follows each stop on the '64 tour, covers highlights from the '65 tour and tacks on a few other encounters Kane had with the Fab Four afterward. The subject was interesting, but I hated the way he wrote the book. After the first few chapters, you get sick of reading the same thing over and over: the fans went wild, crying, throwing jellybeans, trampling each other, etc. But I guess if you were actually there, it never got old. You could tell the author was really conservative back in the sixties, because he'd end each chapter alluding to some big scandal that happened at the next city, and all that happened was a fan offered him sexual favors to meet The Beatles or something. He didn't seem to be close enough to the band to get the nitty gritty details, and he only included a couple excerpts from his interviews in each chapter.

5/10
270 pages

The Road

As you all know I finished The Road by Cormac McCarthy. The story is rather haunting. A father and son travel to the coast not necessarily hoping to find anything but they know that they cannot survive the winter where they were. The style of writing was interesting, where the narrator has a seemingly infinite vocabulary and a distinct diction, and the characters are curt and repetitive. I think the ending is a fair compromise and accomplishes its function.

8/10

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