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A review by cate_ninetails
Then It Fell Apart by Moby
4.0
"As I was leaving my hotel the receptionist asked, “Do you need validation?” She was asking if I wanted the hotel to stamp my valet-parking stub, but for a second I got excited, thinking she was offering to give meaning to my life."
I chose this quote for my review because I felt that it sums up Then It Fell Apart quite nicely. In fact, most of the book seems to be Moby, both at the highest highs and the lowest lows, ever seeking validation from friends, acquaintances and total strangers. An admitted narcissist, he lays himself bare with some truly rock and roll stories but at the same time, amidst the constant name dropping and cataloguing of material wealth I never got the sense that this book was anything but a personal catharsis. The stories about using up and abandoning women, demanding drugs and shambling from place to place are shared almost like collected badges of honour. At no point did I really feel any regret behind the words that were written. But then I thought, maybe I am focused on the wrong thing, and maybe there is no reason for regret. Maybe these experiences were necessary, as a journey- not a final destination nor the sum of one man's parts. As the book came abruptly to a close, with simple and familiar words that take a lifetime for some to say, I realised that it finished not at Moby's end, but at his beginning.
I chose this quote for my review because I felt that it sums up Then It Fell Apart quite nicely. In fact, most of the book seems to be Moby, both at the highest highs and the lowest lows, ever seeking validation from friends, acquaintances and total strangers. An admitted narcissist, he lays himself bare with some truly rock and roll stories but at the same time, amidst the constant name dropping and cataloguing of material wealth I never got the sense that this book was anything but a personal catharsis. The stories about using up and abandoning women, demanding drugs and shambling from place to place are shared almost like collected badges of honour. At no point did I really feel any regret behind the words that were written. But then I thought, maybe I am focused on the wrong thing, and maybe there is no reason for regret. Maybe these experiences were necessary, as a journey- not a final destination nor the sum of one man's parts. As the book came abruptly to a close, with simple and familiar words that take a lifetime for some to say, I realised that it finished not at Moby's end, but at his beginning.