"David Cassidy was about to turn fifty-four ... twenty years older than that beautiful boy millions of girls like me believed we were in love with. That comparison was clearly a source of pain to him."
This might sound like old territory because he's already published an autobiography, but the auto didn't have this novel's afterword, which includes a transcript of their interview and made the book worth the purchase price for me both as a former journalist and a former DC fan. If you have a chance, give it a look sometime.
Even if you were never a 13-year-old girl crushed on David Cassidy or a 24-year-old megastar, you'll probably appreciate and learn a few things from the afterword's conversation between two intelligent and thoughtful people looking back on a surreal life totally at odds with the young man who lived it. (Not just Cassidy -- he talks about the extreme effect it had on Michael Jackson, too.)
For all of the revelations in those 12 pages, this is the one that left me wishing for a parallel TV universe: "'On The Partridge Family they didn't let me play Hendrix's Voodoo Chile ... that's what I was playing at home. I was playing B.B. King.'"
Keith Partridge jammin' on Hendrix. Reuben Kincaid's apoplexy would have been terminal.
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