I enjoyed this book. In Just Kids Patty Smith writes about her slow meandering way towards success and her intimate friendship with Robert Mapplethorpe. You watch her and Mapplethorpe move from hippy kids sleeping on people's floors to dedicated artists who work endlessly trying to find expression. I was apprehensive that her writing would be all pretentious and 'lyrical', and I refuse to read 'lyrical' writing, but it was not bad, it was clean and quiet. Her voice is genuine and unaffected. She seems truly enthusiastic about the names she drops and any quirkiness appears real not put on. Oh my god---she might actually be the real thing! An artist.
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