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Keith Richards: Musician, Author, Military Man Manqué

The Rolling Stones guitarist who long ago was supposed to be in a tomb has left us with a pretty impressive tome.

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Brendan Bernhard

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November 12, 2010 - 12:00 am
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According to David Hadju in the New Republic, a lot of people have expressed bemusement that Keith Richards would have it in him to write as good a memoir as Lifethe equivalent of Nabokov’s Speak, Memory when compared to the jottings of most rock stars. After all, not only has Richards steeped himself in virtually every addictive substance known to man — most notoriously heroin, but also warehouses of whiskey and tobacco — he fell out of a tree five years ago and had to have brain surgery afterward.

Graying Stones fans will know better, however, particularly those who have read his eloquent interviews. If Richards’ writing partner and lifelong obsession, Mick Jagger, has sometimes appeared to shrink into a cartoonishly corporate version of himself over the last two decades (Mick Jagger, Inc.), Richards has been a late bloomer. Not as a songwriter (all his best work was completed over a quarter of a century ago) but as a personality. As the living embodiment of rock ‘n’ roll in its purest form, he has no rivals. There’s a narrowness to that, but a compensatory depth of richness as well.

Life is a book of surprising richness, no more so than in the part most people dread when opening a biography, auto — or otherwise: the early years, or “all that David Copperfield kind of crap,” as Holden Caulfield memorably phrased it. Not that Richards lays it on too thick, but he has an excellent memory and a novelistic eye for character, or rather “characters” — his mother, father, aunts, uncles, school teachers, playground bullies, etc. He was drawn to eccentricity as eccentrics were drawn to him. Born in 1943, he grew up amid the deprivations of post-war England and captures the flavor of the time with a skill many professional wordsmiths would envy. He was conceived, appropriately enough, during an air-raid in the war: it was “Gimme Shelter” from the start.

Even if this is very much Richards’ book, it shouldn’t be forgotten that James Fox, the man who helped him put it together, is no ordinary journalist. His own book, White Mischief,  published in 1982, is a cult classic about an unsolved murder among monstrously decadent English colonials in Kenya during the 1930s and ’40s. Though he ended up writing that book alone, he began it with the celebrated English literary critic and bon-vivant Cyril Connolly, who knew everyone from James Joyce to Henry Miller, and won First Prize in English and History at Eton while a fellow student by the name of Eric Blair, later known as George Orwell, had to content himself with second place.

I bring this up because Richards, for all his street-smarts and rebel appeal, has long been an aristocrat of sorts –  what you might call an alt-aristocrat. (If he has become more popular than Jagger, it is because Jagger, who grew up only a few streets away from Richards but in a higher-income bracket, gives the impression of having tried to become a real aristocrat, and people don’t like aristocrats any more. But a “gypsy” one like Richards is OK.)

Parts of the book — the frequent dissing of his band mates, particularly Jagger, but also Ron Wood, Bill Wyman, the late Brian Jones, and the great ex-Stones guitarist Mick Taylor — have already received plenty of publicity, along with revelations about Richards’ love life (he seems to prefer cuddling to actual sex), spectacular run-ins with the police over his legendary drug use, and the general madness that attended Rolling Stones tours in America during the 1970s.

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