When you are a bestselling novelist you get to do things your way. So this isn’t 32 Songs, which would at least be a power of two, or even 30 Songs, but the defiantly prime 31 Songs, because that, says Nick Hornby, is how long the book needs to be. But then the millions of us who read High Fidelity know that Hornby feels rather strongly about pop music. Call it a novel if you wish, but the sorry and thwarted emotional life of that book’s protagonist clearly reflected its author’s profound dedication to all things rock and, moreover, roll. You do not write so keenly and accurately about the art of making cassette compilations of your favourite songs unless you have made an awful lot of them yourself. Fortunately for Hornby there was an audience of sad blokes out there who identified with this behaviour. They will love this book too.
Marcus Berkmann
One man’s prime numbers
issue 22 February 2003
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