A fine copy in fine dust jacket. This is the only book to make it into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. However this Ace edition was suppressed immediately after publication due to a dispute between the author and publisher over the back cover photo meant to be colour bur printed as black and white. This explains why they're able to photograph Marlene plunging to her death from the balcony instead. It's hard to believe, with all this drama, that it manages to be boring as hell. And critics and reporters were saying that the music was over and were calling Rock 'n' Roll a fad.
Still, the prose is vigorous--and typically Ellisonian: I read a later collection of his stories not so long ago and the style he writes in today, judging from Spider Kiss, was pretty much fully developed before he hit thirty. Disclaimer:A copy that has been read, but remains in clean condition. Girls spread their At first it seemed like I was going to like this book a lot. It opens with a crowd of girls eager to see Stag Preston, a young crooner it feels a little weird to call him a rocker since so much rock has happened between now and the fifties with a lean body and fitted clothes and a sweet ass red pompadour. He continues to be one of my all time favorite authors, and this epic story of rock-and-roll stardom is no exception. Cliches begin to stink after they've lain around a few years. The main character is an unlikely one, an average kid from Kentucky who finds his way to success, but soon he finds it eating him alive and he has to find a way out.
And yet as the story progresses, as the characters fall into a never ending cycle of greed and depravity all of this slips away because really, the story is universal. Girls fell back into their seats, reduced to tears, reduced to jelly, reduced to emotional orgasms of terrifying intensity. I've a handful of authors I can think of that do that for me. It seemed like it could have been written yesterday. May contain limited notes, underlining or highlighting that does affect the text. The spine may show signs of wear.
But even if I hadn't known anything about who Harlan Ellison is, I'd still have gotten the clear sense that the author was slumming. It takes that concept and blows it up into something really menacing and fascinating. Ellison's 20-something attempt at cynical noir set in the rock-'n'-roll business of starmaking, with the usual kinky sex, Faust theme, and eventually a murder thrown in, just couldn't compare to the more original authors in-between which I sandwiched his little book. Unsourced material may be challenged and removed. I didn't know at all what to expect from this book, but I was very pleasantly surprised. There is a reason why it's the only book of it's kind in the Rock Although there are dozens of books on the rock and roll lifestyle, Ellison 's book is the granddaddy of them all.
It falls into the category of yet another fictional novel about music that I just did not enjoy. Therefore, Shelly leaves Stag in the gutter where he belongs, regaining his self-respect in the process. As they did at rock shows in the fifties. It takes that concept and blows it up into something really menacing and fascinati When I first picked this book up, I had read a bit of Ellison's work here and there. Yeah, see a Frankenstein sheep in rockabilly celebrity clothing.
In November 2013, Edgeworks Abbey and HarlanEllisonbooks. We've been doing this to ourselves for many years, yet we always seem to find a demented pleasure and an almost religious justification for doing so. Having been in the music business myself a number of years ago, I can relate first-hand how the powers that be create their gods, then strangle them in their own greed and self-indulgence. The novel follows the meteoric rise and eventual fall of an early rock 'n' roll singer named Stag Preston, whose description would lead you to believe the character was inspired by Elvis Presley or Jerry Lee Lewis. Given its off-key mix of Sidney Sheldon sensationalistic plotlines and disjointed, erratic prose that can't decide whether it wants to be erudite or trashy, I can only imagine the bemused reception pulp readers must have given it.
This may not have any hint of the speculative whatsoever, but the narrative is undoubtedly Ellison's. All the same, the stereotypes reinforce what audiences have been sold for ages now. It falls into the category of yet another fictional novel about music that I just did not enjoy. First published in 1961 as a paperback original titled Rockabilly. Anyway, once Shelly discovers Stag and he cuts a record, we find out Stag is a horrible human being. Text offset from that of a later printing of the 1975 Pyramid Books edition.
Maybe this is why I felt he was the real Harlan Ellison in the portrayal. A great read with depth. Most orders shipped within 24 hours. In May 2013, Edgeworks Abbey published Brain Movies: Volume Three and Brain Movies: Volume Four, two further collections of Ellison's teleplays, including two unproduced pilots. The plot and theme has an eerie resemblance to the film, A Face in the Crowd which also examines much of the hype and con-artist capacities of popular artists and the music industry. This is the only book to make it into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. This becomes especially clear at the end of the novel.
A fine copy in slipcase without dust jacket as issued. I think it's Ellison's writing style. No spaceships, no angel and an invisible monkey named Success riding him straight to hell. Text offset from that of a later printing of the 1975 Pyramid Books edition. For an in-depth review of this book see.