Epiphany: I Have Found the Male Equivalent to Trashy Romance Novels, and They Are Trashy Rock Memoirs
I read Sammy Hagar’s memoir, Red, on the plane rides to Tallahassee and back. I love Van Halen so much that I couldn’t wait to read it. I would have…
I read Sammy Hagar's memoir, Red, on the plane rides to Tallahassee and back. I love Van Halen so much that I couldn't wait to read it. I would have paid $50 for the book. Tell you the truth -- it wasn't even that good. But it didn't have to be. I was hoping for good, but I accept trashy just as well. Then it hit me like a ton of bricks: Trashy rock memoirs like The Heroin Diaries are the male answer to Fabio-romance novels. Pure, wonderful guilty pleasures.
Agree? Disagree? Have a book about rock & roll you want to recommend to me? I am all ears.
Jane Friedman is a full-time entrepreneur (since 2014) and has 20 years of experience in the publishing industry. She is the co-founder of The Hot Sheet, the essential publishing industry newsletter for authors, and is the former publisher of Writer’s Digest. In addition to being a columnist with Publishers Weekly and a professor with The Great Courses, Jane maintains an award-winning blog for writers at JaneFriedman.com. Jane’s newest book is The Business of Being a Writer (University of Chicago Press, 2018).
