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A review by distantheartbeats
Love Is a Mix Tape by Rob Sheffield
4.0
“What is Love? Great minds have been grappling with this question through the ages … But the answer is simple. Love is a mix tape.”
Rob Sheffield, an American music journalist, took on writing a memoir in an original manner. Chapters of his book are preceeded by mixtapes, telling you what they contained and why they were important to his life and his relationship at the time. The book follows Sheffield throughout meeting his late wife, Renee, and her eventual death.
It’s always interesting to read well-written memoirs, so this was no exception. The only difference is, as a child of the 90’s, I made mixtapes, too. I remember sitting there by my stereo and having to press stop, then record and play, then stop, then change the tape. Switch sides and lather, rinse, repeat. I remember how happy I’d be with the result, and how sometimes, I’d make a copy of the mixtape before I gave it to whoever it was intended for.
So this memoir was touching, and personal, and it felt like Sheffield was just writing his emotions out the way he knew how, when so many memoirs or autobiographies are about hiding what the writer wants to hide and revealing other things with a flourish.
Rob Sheffield, an American music journalist, took on writing a memoir in an original manner. Chapters of his book are preceeded by mixtapes, telling you what they contained and why they were important to his life and his relationship at the time. The book follows Sheffield throughout meeting his late wife, Renee, and her eventual death.
It’s always interesting to read well-written memoirs, so this was no exception. The only difference is, as a child of the 90’s, I made mixtapes, too. I remember sitting there by my stereo and having to press stop, then record and play, then stop, then change the tape. Switch sides and lather, rinse, repeat. I remember how happy I’d be with the result, and how sometimes, I’d make a copy of the mixtape before I gave it to whoever it was intended for.
So this memoir was touching, and personal, and it felt like Sheffield was just writing his emotions out the way he knew how, when so many memoirs or autobiographies are about hiding what the writer wants to hide and revealing other things with a flourish.