Born to Run, by Bruce Springsteen (Simon & Schuster, 2016)
Bruce Springsteen is one of the most important musicians of the last century, and certainly one of the most iconic rock stars. His long-awaited autobiography seeks to shed light on his working class background and rise to international superstardom. Unfortunately, what results is a tedious, horribly written, and often egotistical reflection.
While the stories are vaguely interesting and the backgrounds to his albums are certainly valuable, sadly this book is dragged down by the fact that it is clearly written by an inexperienced writer. Springsteen may be one of the greatest rock stars of all time, but he is a terrible author, and the people at Simon & Schuster really ought to have insisted upon a ghostwriter or, at least, a better editor.
From the offset, reading a book that is so filled with mixed metaphors, exclamation marks, RANDOM PHRASES IN ALL CAPS, and frequent misuse of the word “literally” is disarming and annoying. It feels like it was written by a child. Getting through the first half of the book is nothing short of a chore. Thankfully, by that point one becomes accustomed to this irritating style of writing, and the rest can be enjoyed a little more.
I would not recommend this book to anyone, especially Bruce Springsteen fans. They say don’t meet your heroes. Well, I’d add to that “…or read their shitty autobiographies.”