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really wanted something juicy with all kinds of crazy punk's NYC shit and this was a major let down, It's PGand in many cases, youre trying to read between the details of what really happened, The tone was watered down and not at all convincing, The linear structure we did this and then this and then this, . . is almost a powerpoint presentation but with no style or getting to any real story, Harry seems like she's holding back and trying to skate around some major events and not really telling the reader what the heck she really felt/thought at the time or even now in hindsight.


I expected more blunt truth rather than a safe zone around the rocky stuff, It was in those jaggy crevices that the reader wants to go but she just skims along not even giving us a glance, Disappointing. The most interesting part of the book is the first third in which Harry talks about her preBlondie days, But once she hits the mids, her examination of her life becomes very surface, She says almost nothing about the writing or production of her music, and she seems reticent to talk about big events like the dissolution of the group and the breakup of her relationship with Chris Stein.
It does seem like every apartment she ever lived in caught on fire, Not essential reading and I'm a big Blondie/Debbie fan musically, Well thats shattered my memories of my early teenage years when I bought Heart of Glass as my first single and thought Debbie Harry was “cold as ice cream but still as sweet” Sunday Girl.
I wish Debbie was my mom I had major high hopes for this one, but alas, I barely managed to finish it, I was/am a Blondie fan, and really loved them back in the lates and earlys, I am not sure what I was hoping for here, but this was not it,

Debbie Harry takes us on a journey from her childhood through today, but rarely have I ever read a memoir that had less soul in fact, Harry comes off as something of an empty sociopath here, completely lacking in any emotional aspect.
We start off with her childhood in New Jersey and her wanting to make it in NYC as, basically, anything, We get a superficial account of her childhood and her adopted family and then move to NYC in the lates, Lots of name dropping, but very little of what anything really meant to her, I am sure someone has written a great account of CBGBs in its heyday, but you will not find it her,

PROS: nice edition, and a fair amount of photos,
CONS: just about everything else, Probably/of the book consists of 'fan art' of Debbie, most of it without any context,

The only reason this isinstead ofis that I liked Blondie, I confess that I am puzzled by some of the Goodreads reviews I have read of this book, Lackluster Unemotional Really! This is a memoir by Deborah Harry, There is nothing lackluster about her! Some of us are more expressive than others, and I've always thought rightly or wrongly that Ms, Harry had a sly, ironic, even Cheshire Catlike quality that perhaps is read as "flat affect, " But it's all in the arch of her eyebrows, the curl of her smile, The quip. The wry observation. It's subtle. It's sublime.

And, yes, I am a fan,

But a fan who knew very little about Ms, Harry post. And even pre. For example, I did not know about her time in New York on the Downtown Scene, Sure, I knew she came up through the punk era, was there at CBGB's, was mentioned in the same breath as Patti Smith and Tom Verlaine, but I really had no idea how deeply involved she was with the people and places of that lost eraher memories of which certainly made me emotional at times.


And I didn't know as much about her career after Blondie broke up in the early 's, despite owning copies of KooKoo and Rockbird, despite watching her in concert at Gay Pride in New York inat least that's what I recallshe sang "Sweet and Low," I'm fairly certain, and despite seeing and hearing Blondie in concert at the Palace Theater in Greensburg, Pennsylvania, for one of my birthday celebrations in the earlys.
Debbie, the gods bless her, actually smiled for the camera when I tried to take her picture! There have been movies, plays, and TV shows recordings with the Jazz Passengers the showcase at the Carlyle for which I would have moved heaven, earth, and Delta Airlines to have been in the audience the activism the friendships.


And while reading this book, I couldn't believe that it's already beenyears since Blondie regrouped in the lates and recorded the album No Exit an album that now appears to be out of print.
Time flies when you're sleepwalking through life in pointless meetings and unsatisfying relationships, Thankfully, one of those scenarios has changed over the years, Hint: It's not the pointless meetings,

There is certainly more that I want to knowmore details about Parallel Lines and Eat to the Beat, Blondie's two best albums in my opinion from the Early Era more details about the transition from Eat to the Beat to AutoAmerican, which seems drastic even now, although it was probably something completely normal in the evolution of the band more of her thoughts on the reaction to KooKoo, which even now seems mixed, despite it being something of a quirky, musical milestone in pop history.
More, perhaps, about what she likes to read and listen to and whether she still paints, And some pics of her dogs would not be amiss,

It may be the case, as Harry notes, that some of the Early Era was a blur because the band was so busy.
It may be the case, as Harry notes, that this would be a better memoir if she'd kept a journal over the years,

Nevertheless, I was enchanted by her girlhood in New Jersey and somehow making the decision after high school to become an artist of a genre to be determined in New York in thesand, despite all odds, actually accomplishing it.
I felt moved by her losses over the years and about her coming to terms with childhood trauma, I was entertained by her storytelling and sorry, Debs! her inherent nerdiness comics and the space program, oh my, something you would never think possible in the life of an Icon of Cool like Debbie Harry.
I felt pride in her inherent, unapologetic Americanness, a quality as postmodern Americans we dismiss too easily,

So if you found this book "unemotional" or "lackluster," I don't know what to tell you, I rarely give a bookstars, and the rational being in me might not award this one with that many, But my emotional self values this book and Debbie Harry's revelations more thanstars, maybe even more thanstars,

Maybe you had to be thereand I really wasn't, as I was marooned in Mayberry in the 's and early 's.
Maybe you had to want to be there, which I most certainly did but didn't know how to, So this memoir is one way to get a taste for an era I lived through and yet still somehow don't know very well at all.
As a result, I'm grateful to Debbie Harry for sharing her life stories with us, .toStars

This was super disappointing on several levels, . .

First, I feel like there was no Debbie Harry in this book about Debbie Harry, Meaning, there was literally NO emotion, I feel like I never really got to know Debbie Harry at all, having just read an entire book about Debbie Harry, supposedly written by Debbie Harry.


Harry didn't seem to be connected to the the book at all and there was nothing that felt personal or overly interesting in the entirety of the book.


Secondly, the book was more like a list of random facts which had no bearing or importance in regard to Blondie the band, or Debbie Harry as the face of Blondie just sprinkled on the page and interspersed with, "and boy was I pretty.
"

She jumps around and and talks about everything under the sun, but without really making much sense at all, In one scene she talks about how Miles Davis was a patron in a bar she worked out and all she says is that his date spoke for him and she Harry didn't understand why they sat him in a table upstairs.
Um okay.

Also, Harry claims to have memories from when she was three months old, . . side eye talks about how she had "bedroom eyes" as a veritable toddler and basically couldn't even go outside without being hit on by anyone with pulse, cause, 'boy, was I fucking pretty.
"

Now, I get it, A lot of Debbie Harry and her success was because of her face, I mean, the book is called FACE IT, for fucks sake, I guess I was just hoping for more than her expanding upon her beauty, I mean, yes, she's beyond gorgeous, But I wanted more than that,

I wanted an emotional biography about one of the coolest bands of that era, with personal details about how they and Debbie Harry herself came to be.
What I got was a book with uninteresting random facts that had no bearing on Blondie and a bunch of weird fan art,./meh. Debbie Harry isand I'm sure she's lived a colorful and interesting life, but the only real interesting parts of this seem to be made up she claims to remember being three months old, as a child she "had bedroom eyes" and always "received a lot of sexual attention", she says she was almost kidnapped by Ted Bundywhich has been debunked several times, she's claims to

be psychic, she was raped at knifepoint but it didn't really bother her because she was more worried about their stolen equipment, etc.
I'm sure there were more, but I can't think of everything right now,

Also, I lost count of how many times she mentions how pretty she is/was, So, here's the deal she's more than old enough to be my mother but I'm still old enough to have owned at least one album as a kid and oneyoung people will have to Google that lol and she was never considered pretty by any means during that time period.
Not ugly, just "hard" or "rough", Maybe she was really pretty in thes ors but, still, who wants to keep reading that

And if you're going to talk about all the times you've done heroin while heroin use and overdose deaths are on the rise, literally an epidemic, maybe follow up with something like "it was stupid, we were lucky to survive, and I wouldn't recommend doing it these days".
Just a thought. .