I kept reading, and sure enough, October meets two boys and becomes covered in magical abilities.
It’s a painstakingly inclusive record of records invaluable to any collector or fan of punk rock music and its history.
A good book makes you care so deeply about the characters that you want, somehow, to be able to give them the good they deserve.
Stars like Debbie Harry, Patti Smith, and Iggy Pop tell tales of debauchery, filth, and fantasies come to life.
I loved every minute of this book, every page I spent with Addie and Louis and their burgeoning companionship and love.
“The things we love when we’re twenty, we replace them with things that weigh more, that require care and feeding: the things we are obliged to love.”
Clark’s prose is clear and inviting, sometimes strikingly poetic.
“He became his own blues song, a Tom Waits loser, a Kerouac saint.”
Underlying it all is the love these characters have: for one another, for living, for making better futures for themselves.
Philip has created a causality violation device, which is a fancy way of saying “time machine.”