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14 of 16 people found the following review helpful:
5.0 out of 5 stars
Wielder Of Words, 2 Dec 2005
Tony Stringfellow has attempted what many people, especially rock critics, may have thought was impossible: to bring sense and credence to Marc Bolan's words. In 'From Beneath The Wizard's Gown' he has performed that task admirably. Whilst the average rock fan or pop collector might baulk at an examination of some unfamiliar poems from Bolan's notebooks, anyone with a real love of music and an interest in it's wierder and more exotic avenues will love this book. Each chapter considers one of Marc's poems in great detail, and while the poems in the earlier part of the book reference mythological or literary sources, the final two are essentially science fiction narratives with more or less instant accessibility. However, it should already be clear to any lover of Bolan's songwriting that he had a deep love of mythology and literature(his song 'Dandy In The Underworld' was subtitled 'A Bolanic revision of Orpheus descending', and he often spoke of his love of C.S. Lewis and Tolkien) and Stringfellow certainly makes this abundandly clear. The book is lovingly crafted and full of worthwhile insights into Bolan's thoughts and feelings, but most of all it matches Bolan's own flights of inpiration with the imaginative feats of it's own author. No Bolan fan can afford to be without it, and anyone interested in rock music history will be fascinated with it's intricacies. All that remains is for someone to attempt the same sort of examination of Bolan's songwriting itself.
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8 of 10 people found the following review helpful:
5.0 out of 5 stars
Marc Bolan lives on, 15 Nov 2005
A fantastic book on Marc Bolan and his poetry. Contains plenty of photos many of which have not been previously published before. Images of Marc's poetry in his own hand are included too and make for an interesting insight in to this enigmatic character.The book is well presented with a striking cover. The author Tony Stringfellow obviously knows his subject and by reading the book you can get the feeling that he is not only an author but a true Bolan fan. It's in my collection of Bolan publications and I think it's an essential book for anyone's collection.
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4 of 7 people found the following review helpful:
1.0 out of 5 stars
Badly written hagiography, 9 Aug 2007
I wanted to like this book, I really did. Marc Bolan is the first pop star I can really remember; I was far too young to go and see him live, but his corkscrew curls, unthreatening sexuality and whimsical lyrics lit up a couple of years of my childhood. He was a fairy prince with a twinkle in his eye, Narnia with its innocence slightly tarnished. He was the original toy-boy, petite and sly, just wicked enough to charm the ankle socks off daft little girls like me.
Other stories have since emerged, showing another, darker side to the magic. We've heard about the ruthlessly ambitious con-artist who'd step on his own grandmother to get to the top, the false friend who dropped people like used Kleenex, the bloated fantasist who died at the right time for his reputation.
Most of Bolan's family and friends are now dead, but in the absence of first-hand recollections I'd have hoped any biographer would look for the real man behind the charmer and the charlatan. What Tony Stringfellow gives us instead is a bunch of personal prejudices, which are more revealing about him than about his subject. Stringfellow has plainly never forgiven Bolan for "selling out", exchanging the hippy trappings of his earliest days for the star-spangled banner of glam-rock. Given that the majority of Bolan's fame rests on the latter part of his career with T.Rex, this angle seems a little counter-productive.
Instead of considering Bolan's spectacular rise and fall, most of the book is given over to minute consideration of his rambling and dyslexic notebook fragments, reproducing them with all the awe usually offered to museum manuscripts. Stringfellow even offers them as "poems" in "translated" form, though whether this improves their sense or comprehensibility is doubtful.
The problem is that Stringfellow seems happy to accept Bolan at his own romantic estimation - a "wizard", a "man blinded by love" for whom imagination was more important than life. Maybe it was. But instead of exploring the miracle of how Mark Feld the tubby little Hackney chancer conjured up superstar alter ego Marc Bolan, he paints a grandiose picture of a self-taught literary genius -- dismissing producer Tony Visconti's claim that Marc was almost illiterate and that books had to be read to him. Similarly, he bats away charges of "ruthlessness" with a quote from a teenage girl Bolan saw to a bus stop one afternoon in 1965. He was " a nice, genuine guy" who didn't "take liberties", she recalls. Well, that settles that, then.
It has to be said that the book is also appallingly written - riddled with lousy grammar, terrible spelling and chaotic punctuation, it's plainly never been near a professional editor. It's unwise to unravel comparisons with Tennyson and Spenser when you can't put together a literate sentence yourself, and the book is stuffed with indigestible arguments and unsubstantiated conclusions.
David Gilmour of Pink Floyd -- whose secretary June Child later married Bolan -- once described him as "a big pain in the arse, of course, very full of himself." Like many people in the business, though, Gilmour was also "very fond of him" - and that's the kind of enigma Stringfellow never unravels.
There's certainly a place for a good book about the glittery, glorious old snake-oil salesman. But sadly, this one doesn't come close.
first published in subba-cultcha.com
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