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Posted December 15, 2005
Don't listen to them...
The people who've commented about this book have obviously done so out of a vendetta against anyone who dares besmirtch the holy Bay City Rollers name. As a girl who'd never even heard of the band before reading this book, I rapturously enjoyed its portrait of American girlhood in the 1970s. More than just a story about a pop group, Caroline Sullivan herein spills her guts about everything from the drug habits of kids in surburban New Jersey to what it means to be a fan to how it feels to grow up. One of my favorite books of all time.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted December 16, 2001
the author was very mean and vendictive in her writing. the story came off as a way for the author to justify her continual stalking of these 5 men.it was really not worth reading except to follow the timeline of this groups success.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted March 4, 2001
A long-awaited, inaccurate disappointment!
The inaccuracies are too many, the tone too nasty and the research obviously lacking in detail. The Smithereens are quoted, uncredited, and 'Wayne's World' is quoted, but miscredited. And that's just the non-Roller-related, um, 'mistakes'. Shabby, very shabby. Apart from that, it is witty, at times, but turns more mean-spirited as it wears on. Often, it seems, she never even listened to the music - she's too busy mocking the lyrics and even Eric's moustache and weight, for example, to utter even ONE, single word about how the song 'Elevator' actually SOUNDED! And that 'update' on the guys, towards the end, is just so littered with hearsay and, frankly, non-factual events, that it reads like something you'd expect to see in The Sun or any trashy tabloid. And after all that, one can't help but wonder if the so-called first accounts of the story aren't just as sketchy. Overall it's a messy, quickie, hack-job written by an ex-groupie. How seriously can we take that?Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted March 2, 2001
A watered-down American Psycho for teenyboppers
As a non-gay, young male teenage fan of the Rollers (back in the 70s), I was quite intrigued to read this book - especially in light of recent press about Courtney Love purchasing the rights to this for film (and reports of Ewan McGregor playing BCR singer Les McKeown, despite McKeown's protestations that it should be Keanu Reeves). What I found was a mildly entertaining story of obsession - but obsession with what? Clearly it really wasn't the Bay City Rollers. What emerges is a rather negative and downer read, based mostly on teen rivalry, boredom and fanaticism, with the Rollers themselves (and their music) as a non-essential peripheral excuse for the whole shang-a-lang. Actually, this so-called 'fan' makes continued slams on the band themselves, mostly their music. She offers very little in the way of information about the group, other than what everyone already knows from numerous press releases and stories already on the net. Aye, a wee number of personal observations, of course, but these are peppered with less-than-accurate negative critiques of their music, looks, style, decisions, etc. This book is more the tale of a loser with nothing better to do than compete with other losers for 'stalking rights' for a band she cares almost nothing about musically...which begs the question 'what is the point'? This book, actually, could have ANY teenie band substituted for the Rollers (i.e Westlife, Boyzone, Osmonds, etc.) It reads a tad like American Psycho, but instead of murder, it very blandly tells of endless waits in hotel corridors, and the occasional angry spat if one of the band members was seen walking with another girl. Jeesh. One wonders how on earth a film could be squeezed out of these boring pages...I had hoped for a true memory of those days (I didn't necessarily need an apologetic and nostalgic look at Rollermania, but this is a completely dull opposite), but what we get is a rather pathetic portrait of life as an American school leaver obsessed with a band she didn't actually care for, and, from these pages, a band with an image, music, musicianship, style, etc. she actually disliked. What's the point? Rollermaniacs, or those interested in the whole subject: avoid - this really offers nothing; not even a glimmer of the fun and excitement we all felt back when we had acne and funny tartan clothes.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.