The first part of Bob Dylan’s autobiography is pure greatness. Fearless, witty, grandiose, coy, grumpy, hilarous, Bob keeps assembling his own legend but hell, it still feels like he’s mumbling right into your ear. Fantastic anecdotes, great aphorisms, odd insights, quirky character sketches, nutso metaphors, and some shit for which they’d beat you out of writing class with a stick. He’s a mythological character, and this book works hard to sell the idea that he is one of the Great American Heroes, connecting him with everybody he namedrops–Robert Johnson, Woody Guthrie, Rimbaud, Kerouac, Whitman, F Scott Fitzgerald, and scores of others.
Welcome to my site — I'm glad you're here. I’m a writer, editor, translator, traveler, web designer, photographer, critic, storytelling consultant, and social entrepreneur. I’ve published two novels and a book of film criticism, launched Germany's first online literary journal, founded the writers' community Fictionaut, and started West Africa's first vegetarian food service. I graduated from the University of Southern Mississippi with a Ph.D. in English. I've lived in New York City, New Orleans, Mississippi, Wiesbaden, Germany, and the Dominican Republic, and currently divide my time between Dakar and Berlin.