Just Kids by Patti Smith
Blurb: Just Kids begins as a love story and ends as an elegy. It serves as a salute to New York City during the late sixties and seventies and to its rich and poor, its hustlers and hellions. A true fable, it is a portrait of two young artists ascent, a prelude to fame.
Just Kids is the memoir of singer and poet Patti Smith growing up in New York with friend and lover photographer Robert Mapplethorpe, who eventually death of AIDS. It is an emotional and beautiful tribute to Mapplethorpe, against a background of 60’s / 70’s bohemia, a journey of love, passion, art and most importantly finding yourself and living your life. There is something hauntingly romantic in the way Ms Smith tells her story that gives you a feeling of nostalgia for a time when you were ‘Just Kids’
There are few books in which I have wanted to read and not want to in fear of finishing them, however Just Kids did just that. I am a big fan of anything from the era in which this memoir is re-lived. This is not a book for someone looking for a happy ending to a romantic novel, it is for a person who wants to discover a hidden world that only few experienced. I read this book with a childlike wonder, wanting to be in her shoes, surrounded by her idols and mentors, muses and supporters being able to create the most beautiful works of art.
Verdict 5 out of 5