David Bowie: The Oral History

I’m a big Bowie fan, with the records, the T-shirts and a seeming desire to watch every documentary ever made about the man and his work. The first Christmas present my now wife ever bought me was tickets to the V&A exhibition, while for a long time I sang STARMAN every day to my tiny baby daughter. It’s a long story, but even at four weeks old I knew that she loved it too. As such I’m not quite impartial when it comes to this book. Indeed, I’m incredibly bias towards liking it.For a Bowie fan, this oral history is a fantastically deep and immersive experience. Hearing the thoughts and recollections of Bowie himself, as well as those who knew him and sometimes even fans, it’s his story from his childhood right through to his too early death. Probably there are other books that are better for the man’s music, but it is a truly comprehensive guide to his life.But as much as I enjoyed it, as much as I raced through it, there are undoubted flaws. His family for instance, remain distant figures within the text. Yes, we do hear a lot about his late brother who hangs like Banquo’s ghost over him, but his parents remain forever distant. Mentioned frequently, but unknown. Perhaps for his mother that’s understandable as she does seem an emotionally cold presence in her son’s life, but his dad is both portrayed as someone he was close to and – curiously – someone he wasn’t. (To quote some song or other, it’s confusing sometimes.) Undoubtedly, it’s more a problem with the form than anything else: as people’s memories and perceptions differ, and an oral history can’t help but reflect that. But it does make for a frustrating read.(It’s a much more minor point: but his relationship with Paul McCartney seems to throughout the book go from lows to highs without any understanding as to why and how. It’s the tiniest of sub-plots I know, I don’t think thumb waving Macca and The Thin White Duke were natural musical bedfellows, but I found myself tantalised nonetheless)Much like Bowie himself, it’s a book that’s sometimes pretentious, but more often than not is willing to puncture its own pomposity. It reveals a man who is intellectually curious, open to new ideas and generous with those he loved. It also conjures up a man who was capricious, bitchy, easily tired of the people around him and at times quite unpleasant. Even if it’s author clearly adores the man, it’s far from a hagiography.I’m a Bowie fan of old and absolutely adored it. To be fair the only people likely to read this are Bowie fans too and I think you’ll adore it also.

I'm an enormous Bowie fan so when books like this come out I am on one hand excited to read it but on the other nervous that it wouldn't do him justice. This one is fantastic, beautifully written and laid out. The fact its mostly laid out in an interview style with people who know him makes it a great book to dip in and out of when you've only a minute or two spare. I am off course reading the conventional way, front to back but also now and again dip in at random points while I'm waiting for my toast or brewing tea etc!

This is a tour de force by Dylan Jones - he has done a fantastic job of contacting a wide range of people who knew or met Mr Bowie and explaining stuff that remained hazy before.He sheds new light on the Beckenham years 1969-1973. It never made sense to me before how Ziggy Stardust and Hunky Dory could be created in a staight laced suburbia. But he shows what an pleasant idyll it was - so much so that I paid it a visit - its still a nice place.He also brings alive the 1992-2010 era when he kept a relatively low profile. It turns out he was out meeting loads of artists he admired, wowing them with his presence and generally having the time of his life.My main quibbles are the Bono quotes and Dylan Jones' love of the Station to Station album. Bono takes up several pages of the book, but manages to say almost nothing of interest. While the enormous space given to the turgid, cocaine addled 'Station to Station' album (only two good tracks), while making only single line references to many other albums shows Jones failing to supress his trendier-than-thou tendencies, from his background on ID magazine - ie "I am so hip I don't even think Bowie's most famous albums are his best".

A very enlightening view into the world of David Jones and his many faceted alter ego David Bowie. In general the book is a chronologically ordered series of quotes made by wives, friends, colleagues, business associates, collaborators and contemporary artists all lending their anecdotal experiences of 'The man who fell to Earth'. As there are very many contributors, I felt a sense of authenticity that can often seem to be lacking when a story is told through just one set of eyes so to speak. From my point of view I found it to be a very enjoyable read.

This was a thoroughly insightful recount of DB rise to fame (a tiny little bit too insightful in some parts) and the highs and lows throughout his career. My earliest memories of Bowie were from the early 80s and, I will admit, I didn't really like him. Turns out this is a period in is career when most thought he was selling out, so maybe I wasn't being too harsh on him. Since his death I have read a few autobiographies and this was without doubt the most enjoyable, probably because it is a 'warts n all' account, turns out he wasn't such a saint in real life after all.