You really want to be in the whole of your health to do certain things: ice trucker, deep sea diver, astronaut, Dylan author. Not for the fainthearted or the thin skinned, particulary the latter. There's a whole internet out there waiting for a mistake, any mistake, no matter how trivial. And of course there are the other authors waiting to skewer any slip-up (real or imagined). Needless to say there is also the subject, who, inconveniently, refuses to lie down. And, worst of all, the gnarly old fecker himself has written the best book about Bob Dylan (fiction and nonfiction).
So, Sean Wilentz bit off a lot. But fair play to him he went for it: Bob Dylan in America. That's putting it up to everyone alright.
And, with grace, wit, charm, erudition and skill, he largely succeeds.
Wilentz has wisely chosen not to write a biography nor a blow-by-blow explanation of the songs, rather his book aims to get a sense of what went into the ongoing making of Dylan. The frame of the book is chronological, but Wilentz moves forwards and backwards and sideways as needed (not unlike Chronicles in that sense). So, we get an overview of Aaron Copland and his role in the development of a distinctly American song that works well, if the links between Copland and Dylan feel a little shoehorned at times. He dips back to the turn of the 19th/20th centuries to unpick the tale of Delia (and Blind Willie McTell), he digs deep into the heart of the pre-Civil War American south to explain the development of sacred songs. His chapter on the Beats (and Ginsberg in particular) and Dylan is fantastic: evocative, insightful and exciting. He deals with Dylan's recent output head on and his writing it at its most forensic (by necessity) in dealing with the charges of plagiarism levelled at Dylan. His defence is forceful, well reasoned and, in the context of all that went before it in the book, perfectly contextualised.
The book has been lavishly praised and pilloried already, neither of which are not totally fair. It is a really good book, skilfully researched and written yet not reading like an academic text. It has, however, been lagely compiled from previous pieces Wilentz has written (which he acknowledges) and it feels a little stuck together at times. If that makes for a jerky read at times, then so be it; on the other hand it makes it immensely easy to dip in and out of.
So, who is this for? Well, if you're a certain fan you already have it and have read and annotated it. If you're interested in getting to grips with what all the fuss was and is about Dylan then this gets right into it. Wilentz doesn't overplay his hand nor is he shy in pointing out where Dylan's work has been sloppy, poor or ill-judged. He acknowledges other Dylan authors (including Dylan) freely and generously without falling into pastiche; he's worked with Griel Marcus before but the book is non-Marcusian (grielishly so, you might say) and he stays away from the vitriol usually associated with Clinton Heylin (who reckons he would be a better Dylan than Dylan himself, maybe he's right).
The Dylan that emerges here is a curiously American beast: restless, imaginative, questing, seeking, trying to figure out who he was and who he's yet to be. Way back in 1991 on a tour bus Dylan was handed a book compiling all the shows and cities he'd played; he wasn't interested in that, he said, he'd already been there, he wanted to read a book of all the places he had yet to play. He might enjoy this book though.
Wilentz has taken on a massive topic and has largely succeeded. This is a provocative, entertaining, informative and generous book. Go on, do yourself a favour and dip in. You won't regret it.