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jesstherese's review against another edition
4.0
I wish I knew enough to figure out which bands feature in this book - they all have made-up names!
It seemed a little superficial but then I became interested again. Good vicarious-living stories of drug-taking, promiscuity and vague ambition.
It seemed a little superficial but then I became interested again. Good vicarious-living stories of drug-taking, promiscuity and vague ambition.
captainfez's review
2.0
Groupie is a thinly-disguised survey of the late '60s London music scene from the point of view of Katie, a girl who claims to not want to be a groupie, but who acts a hell of a lot like one.
It's pretty easy to decode which bands are which (if you've a little knowledge of the scene of the time). While the references to Syd Barrett and Pink Floyd are the easiest to interpret, nothing's particularly elusive.
As far as the book goes, it's a fairly trashy page-turner about a girl who takes a lot of drugs, sleeps with 11 men (and one woman) and who doesn't really care much about anything. The slang is hilarious ('plating', 'hanging up', etc) and Fabian is very much at pains to namedrop the period's literature heavyweights - Koestler, Leary and Canetti - to try and communicate that there's much more to Katie than meets the eye.
It's unsuccessful, however; she seems like a fashion-obsessed starfucker. And that's probably the point.
You'll power through Groupie in a couple of hours. It's rock-n-roll airport literature, with lots of freaks and freak-outs, and is perfectly acceptable as such. It doesn't illuminate why Katie acts as she does - but by the end, that's not so much of a problem.
It's pretty easy to decode which bands are which (if you've a little knowledge of the scene of the time). While the references to Syd Barrett and Pink Floyd are the easiest to interpret, nothing's particularly elusive.
As far as the book goes, it's a fairly trashy page-turner about a girl who takes a lot of drugs, sleeps with 11 men (and one woman) and who doesn't really care much about anything. The slang is hilarious ('plating', 'hanging up', etc) and Fabian is very much at pains to namedrop the period's literature heavyweights - Koestler, Leary and Canetti - to try and communicate that there's much more to Katie than meets the eye.
It's unsuccessful, however; she seems like a fashion-obsessed starfucker. And that's probably the point.
You'll power through Groupie in a couple of hours. It's rock-n-roll airport literature, with lots of freaks and freak-outs, and is perfectly acceptable as such. It doesn't illuminate why Katie acts as she does - but by the end, that's not so much of a problem.
twhiddlesbum's review against another edition
4.0
im not gonna recommend it to anybody because its silly and my guilty pleasure but i loved it
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