I finally finished Role Models, by John Waters. Not because it was not a great read, but solely due to lack of time. I guess I can say thanks to the snow for the opportunity to finish, and if you know me at all, that’s saying a lot because I HATE snow.
Anyways, I loved the book. Mr. Waters presented an entertaining, if not disturbing, depiction of the people who influenced, inspired and sometimes disappointed him. He described how meeting your role model is not always all it’s cracked up to be. He or she may be living, aka squatting, in what could only be described as a rat-infested burnout. It’s too sad.
Or you may be pleasantly surprised at the vigor and charisma still splayed out in front of you. I guess it depends on who your Role Models are. As the book progressed, Waters developed a voice so strong it was as if I was sitting at the Egyptian, listening to him talk about Cecil B. Demented, all over again. He has a way of coming off the page that was enjoyable and eerie (depending on which part you were reading).
If art, bars, movies, celebrities, culture and life stories intrigue you, read this book.
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