Just Kids: An Autobiography Paperback – Deckle Edge, 20 Oct. 2010

Brand new book, which arrived quickly and was well packaged. Book even better than expected. Thank you.

Such a beautiful relationship with a beautiful piece of writing! It makes you want to pursue your dreams and go with the flow. How much I wished I could be at the Chelsea hotel back then!!

I was a great fan of Patti Smith in my younger days but as she has grown older she has become an example of the kind of New Age weirdness and political correctness that make my teeth grind.*So it was with some trepidation that I picked her memoirs of her time with Robert Mapplethorpe, expecting peace and love-type psychobabble.Instead, it was a well-written, disciplined account of her relationship with him and early life and mercifully free from her political opinions.She also resisted the temptation to get over-emotional about some episodes in her life, such as giving away her baby daughter when she was 19, and her description of how she and Mapplethorpe went their separate ways is refreshingly sober.Her obsession with French badboy poet Rimbaud becomes a bit tedious especially as she does not explain why he was so important to her.Nor does she give any good reason why she and Mapplethorpe chose to live in a cramped room in the Chelsea Hotel next to the room where Dylan Thomas died.The quality slips at times and name dropping abounds - Dylan (Bob, not the Welsh one), William Burroughs, Salvador Dali, Janis Joplin, Lou Reed and Alan Ginzburg** - but overall the book is low key, factual and fairly convincing.There are also incisive barbs such as her comment comparing Mapplethorpe with Andy Warhol: "I preferred an artist who transformed his time, not mirrored it."It's difficult to believe she was as innocent and naïve as she makes out.Patti Smith obviously regards herself as a "writer, performer and visual artist". However, as far as I am concerned she is a rock singer and will be judged as such.I`ll never forget the impact her first album had on me when I was a student in Edinburgh in the early/mid 1970s and life was founded on rock and roll and first love.* Check out her site if you don't believe me. ** Who thought she was a boy the first time he met her.

Really beautiful and touching book, which greatly exceeded my expectations.This isn't a book about Patti Smith, or her music, nor even about Robert Mapplethorpe, though obviously there's plenty about them and their work between these covers. It's a book about their relationship as artists and lovers as an entity in its own right, and as such it's one of the finest love stories you will ever read - a mostly platonic story for sure, but no less powerful for all that. You put the book down feeling that he was surely her 'other half', and she his - that they made one another whole, as people as well as artists.The writing is never sentimental, even when it's dealing with Robert's untimely end - it's crisp and hard-edged, but never prosaic, and the more powerful for it. Her recollections of tough times in New York around the turn of the 70s and growing up in places like the Chelsea Hotel and CBGBs before they became tourist destinations are captured with an artist's clear eye and are a valuable addition in themselves to other memoirs of those times. But it's the story of Robert and Patti that rightly dominates. A very moving, life-affirming memoir, and highly recommended to anyone with even a passing interest in their work and those times.

Incredibly open and moving about Patti and Robert’s relationship and live in NYC

Patti Smith forged a formidable reputation from her performance on stage + in front of the camera whenever she gave interviews. But behind the Rebel Yell lay a person of incredible warmth , good humour + generosity of spirit.As she grows up in the counter-culture we hear all about her adventures , encounters + formative influences. Rock fans will love her memories of chatting with Jimi Hendrix just days before his death or the night she spent consoling Janis Joplin when yet another man let her down. If you adore the beatnick writers then you'll be intrigued to learn one of them once mistook her for a pretty boy + tried to pick her up !But if Just Kids has anything to teach us it is surely that Love comes in many different forms. And at that time the Love of her young Life was Robert Mapplethorpe. Only later did she discover he was homosexual + quite willing to sell his body to men for sex. But he then developed an interest in Bondage + Sadomasochism which he maintained was entirely artistic but poor Patti had her doubts. Yet the bond ( ! ) between them remained as strong as ever. Their Love had undergone a strange alchemical change : now they were like brother + sister . Even when Robert was dying from AIDS an older , more mature + now married Patti was still by his side. She'd had her first child with Fred Sonic Smith + her second was on its way...living within her as Robert lay dying... As Patti so beautifully puts it : We were as Hansel + Gretel + we ventured out into the black forest of the world. There were temptations + witches + demons we never dreamed of + there was splendour we only partially imagined. No one could speak for these 2 young people nor tell any truths of their days + nights together. Only Robert + I could tell it. And , having gone , he left the task to me ...

I bought this not because I'm a Patti Smith fan (in fact far from it) but because Robert Elms spoke highly of it on his Radio London show as being a terrific evocation of what living in New York was like in the late 60s/70s around that art scene.About the first half to 2/3 thirds of the book I enjoyed and found fascinating, especially up to the early days of moving to New York and meeting Robert Mapplethorpe. However, I found it all got a bit tedious, repetitive and "name droppy" after they moved to the Chelsea Hotel and I found myself skim-reading the later passages.

Me rompo ante el espejismo de lo que ella creía comunicación y complicidad profunda con Mapplethorpe. El vacío, el silencio, la falta, la búsqueda inútil de la propia culpa para seguir amándolo. Me desgarra. Conozco esa herida como si fuera mía.

What a great story and well written. Covers a very cool period of the NY budding rock scene from late '60s to late '70s and I loved her delivery. One of the better memoirs I've read.

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have been really excited for this one! it came in very good condition and also arrived one day earlier than the ordered said!:)) super happy with my this book:)