I’ll get it when it comes out in paperback. Bob is on a roll. His live shows since covid are splendid, his most recent record of new songs - Rough and Rowdy Ways - stands in comparison with his best records. It gave him his first number 1 chart single in the US, with his lengthy tragic lament for JFK, Murder Most Foul. He released the book, he recently released a record of re-worked early songs (Shadow Kingdom) which displays his trademark strength in how diversely he approaches familiar songs, he released in January a 5 CD box set in his Bootleg Series which focuses on his giant 1997 record, Time Out of Mind. He paints, he welds ornate gates. He’s exceptionally creative.
I’m on a Bob Dylan forum too and the book created a stir. Firstly there were accusations of misogyny, both because he included so few female songwriters, and because in some of the song commentaries he makes what some people have represented as being misogynistic judgements. Obviously I like a good ruck so I researched the offending phrases regarding vaginal teeth and childless marriages among other things, and an interesting barney ensued. Leaving aside people’s willingness to bring their politics everywhere, one mistake people make with Dylan’s art is to assume that he’s easily found in there. That his personal views are found in his art. But Dylan doesn’t want us to know him. For such a long public life, few things can be started about him with certainty. He jealously protects his privacy. His public utterances are often found to be bizarre, provocative, dismissive. Chronicles is a great book, an autobiography of sorts, but only if we know that Dylan is the archetypal unreliable witness. He takes creative, often subversive, views of things because it suits him, and also to provoke. Chronicles gives us ‘Bob Dylan’, but it isn’t a literal autobiography. It’s an impression of him, that’s filled with swarthy fictions mingling easily among fact. It tells us who he is, but only to the extent that we glean the man through the proverbial glass darkly. And yet, it’s a compelling, beautiful book that’s true in substance.
One of the questions I asked the complainers about the new book was if they detected any constructed ‘philosophy of modern song’ in The Philosophy of Modern Song, and if so, what did it consists of. Dylan isn’t the type to sit and formulate a philosophy for such a loose collective term, yet he’s very philosophical. So why did he call it that? Because he likes the title, maybe?
Bob is strange, and he goes deep. We come at him on his terms, which is how it should be. Our terms would be insufficient for him to still create great at. I’m looking forward to reading it, but just haven’t gotten it yet. So many things he releases, but I will get to it!