A review by frasersimons
No One Here Gets Out Alive by Jerry Hopkins, Danny Sugerman

I am going through a box of books from my teenage years. This was a formative book for me; everything that described othering and angst and masculine pain was, though. Probably this was the first biography I’ve ever read. Somewhat funny, now that know just how suspect this narrative is. Which is why I won’t reread it.

I’d rather move to a different book to read about Jim, if at all. Growing older is a process of, hopefully, becoming disenchanted with the tortured artist narrative, toxic masculinity, and assholes, in general.