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A review by bethmara
Love Life by Rob Lowe
3.0
2.5
If you're a fan of Stories I Only Tell My Friends, you'll know that Rob Lowe is a very talented writer whose Keen recollection for obscure historical and cultural touchstones in the 80s makes reading his work a pleasure.
There are some sad and great stories about Hollywood life, but if you're looking for the sort of name dropping party stories from his debut book, you won't get them here.
Love Life is a more earnest departure written as his children are leaving the nest for college. While many of the stories he shares about success and optimism come from a good-hearted place, if you're looking for a linear narrative, this will not be the book for you. I admit to feeling some awkwardness as he's sharing things about his children, a topic that for many celebrities is off the table.
It seems as though he's not totally comfortable sharing either as book is more stilted and jumbled than his first. After skipping from bringing his son to college to reflecting on landing roles a decade or more earlier, I started to read the book as a bit more of a 'make your own adventure' kind of narrative.
Paragraphs get dropped in the middle of otherwise unrelated stories where Lowe reflects on his own childhood or share some bit of insider knowledge on restaffing television shows.
I found I could generally take a chapter and have three separate narratives running - one where he was trying to convey a family event, another where he was trying to impart some larger heavy handed wisdom and finally one where he was tying things back to his childhood.
I can't fault a parent whose children are leaving for college for wanting to convey life wisdom, but these sections are decidedly more awkward and often Ill-placed.
While only ranking two and a half stars, I wouldn't hesitate to recommend it to someone who's looking for a Sunday afternoon read. And even at his most heavy-handed, Lowe mercifully only has a paragraph or two in each chapter that will give you a bit of whiplash trying to understand why he's dropping these heavy bombs in the middle of an otherwise pretty light-hearted read.
I have great faith that whatever he writes about next will be a further evolution of his style, making the insights flow more smoothly and the timelines less opaque.
If you're a fan of Stories I Only Tell My Friends, you'll know that Rob Lowe is a very talented writer whose Keen recollection for obscure historical and cultural touchstones in the 80s makes reading his work a pleasure.
There are some sad and great stories about Hollywood life, but if you're looking for the sort of name dropping party stories from his debut book, you won't get them here.
Love Life is a more earnest departure written as his children are leaving the nest for college. While many of the stories he shares about success and optimism come from a good-hearted place, if you're looking for a linear narrative, this will not be the book for you. I admit to feeling some awkwardness as he's sharing things about his children, a topic that for many celebrities is off the table.
It seems as though he's not totally comfortable sharing either as book is more stilted and jumbled than his first. After skipping from bringing his son to college to reflecting on landing roles a decade or more earlier, I started to read the book as a bit more of a 'make your own adventure' kind of narrative.
Paragraphs get dropped in the middle of otherwise unrelated stories where Lowe reflects on his own childhood or share some bit of insider knowledge on restaffing television shows.
I found I could generally take a chapter and have three separate narratives running - one where he was trying to convey a family event, another where he was trying to impart some larger heavy handed wisdom and finally one where he was tying things back to his childhood.
I can't fault a parent whose children are leaving for college for wanting to convey life wisdom, but these sections are decidedly more awkward and often Ill-placed.
While only ranking two and a half stars, I wouldn't hesitate to recommend it to someone who's looking for a Sunday afternoon read. And even at his most heavy-handed, Lowe mercifully only has a paragraph or two in each chapter that will give you a bit of whiplash trying to understand why he's dropping these heavy bombs in the middle of an otherwise pretty light-hearted read.
I have great faith that whatever he writes about next will be a further evolution of his style, making the insights flow more smoothly and the timelines less opaque.