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Marc Spitz assumed that if he lived like his literary and rock ’n’ roll heroes, he would become a great artist, too. He conveniently overlooked the fact that many of them died young, broke, and miserable. In his candid, wistful, touching, and hilarious memoir, Poseur, the music journalist, playwright, author, and blogger recounts his misspent years as a suburban kid searching for authenticity, dangerous fun, and druggy, downtown glory: first during New York’s last era of risk and edge, the pre-gentrification ’90s, and finally as a flamboyant and notorious rock writer, partying and posing during the music industry’s heady, decadent last gasp.
Part profane, confidential tell-all and part sweetly frank coming-of-age tale, this dirty, witty memoir finds Spitz careening through the scene, meeting and sometimes clashing with cultural icons like Courtney Love, Jeff Buckley, Rivers Cuomo of Weezer, Chloë Sevigny, Kim Deal, The Dandy Warhols, Guns N’ Roses, Ryan Adams, Paul Rudd, Coldplay, Pavement, Peter Dinklage, Julie Bowen, The Strokes, Trent Reznor, Chuck Klosterman, Interpol, and Franz Ferdinand, as well as meeting heroes like Allen Ginsberg, Shirley Clarke, Joe Strummer, and Morrissey. Along the way he finds literary guru Gordon Lish is a long-lost relative, and erstwhile pal and sensation JT LeRoy is an even bigger poseur.
Spitz refuses to give up the romantic ghost until a post–9/11 breakdown and an improbable new love (fellow music writer Lizzy Goodman) finally help him strike the hardest pose of all: his true self.
- Sales Rank: #794037 in eBooks
- Published on: 2013-02-12
- Released on: 2013-02-12
- Format: Kindle eBook
Review
Buffalo News, 2/10/13
“Poseur is a marvelous spin through 90s New York…It is a truly moving study of a disappeared New York…[Spitz] is a needle-sharp, self-deprecating writer with pop culture coursing through his veins…This is criticism and memory merged, and it’s funny, beautiful and wise…It is the music memoir as art.”
PopMatters.com, 2/22/13“Think of Spitz’s Poseur as the Life of rock memoirs, with less Stones and more typewriters. Spitz is a rare find: the self-aware bad boy, the articulate addict, the earnest punk, the wastoid with an excellent memory…This is an entertaining read for music lovers and ’90s fetishists and fans of addiction narratives, sure, but it’s also meant for those who enjoy learning everything about a person without expecting anything more. It’s a portrait, masterly and self-contained, and you have to be satisfied with the portrait alone.”
BackstageAxxess.com, 3/5/13“[A] fascinating piece of history…It’s reflective, funny, thought-provoking and at times sophomoric in its use of dick humor, and it works.”
Blurt.com, 3/6/13“A fun read…[with] amusing behind-the-scenes anecdotes.”
Village Voice, 3/12“Part Gen-X love letter, part snapshot of the final glory days and collapse of the record industry and old media…in a tone that falls somewhere between Philip Roth and Lena Dunham.”
You’re Beautiful New York“It's a riveting, bleak tale, exactly like the late nineties.”
Time Out New York, 5/13/13“Spitz captures the Lower East Side in its last days of authentic grittiness in this memoir.”
About the Author
Marc Spitz has written and produced numerous novels, plays, and biographies, including We Got the Neutron Bomb: The Untold Story of LA Punk (with Brendan Mullen), How Soon Is Never: A Novel, Bowie: A Biography, and Jagger: Rebel, Rock Star, Rambler, Rogue. His writing on rock ’n’ roll and popular culture has appeared in Spin, Rolling Stone, Maxim, Uncut, Nylon, Vanity Fair, New York Magazine, and the New York Times. He blogs at marcspitz.com. Spitz lives in New York City.
Most helpful customer reviews
10 of 10 people found the following review helpful.
Too Many Names
By Alannah
I purchased this based on the author's engaging interview with Marc Maron on his WTF podcast. I was intrigued by the subject matter, having been one of those young people obsessed with NYC in the 80s. I also lived briefly in Bennington VT at the same time as the author so I was looking forward to reading things I might relate to or recognize. Wrong. There is only the flimsiest of narratives...lots and lots of name-dropping but without being interesting. I mean, Andy Warhol's diaries are just one long name-drop but at least he had funny asides and snarky comments. This is not an engaging or interesting read, but a slog through the "underbelly" of NYC. I hate to say it...but I was bored.
8 of 8 people found the following review helpful.
Upper-middle class man exits suburbs, poses and sneers in New York City, continues well into his 40s
By Laney
With a book titled "Poseur," I knew well what I was getting into: the timeless coming-of-age tale written when a suburban kid infatuated with punk and indie rock comes of age and hits the big city he's wanted to move to since he was in the first throes of puberty. As a semi-frequent SPIN reader over a decade spanning 1993 to 2003, I remembered Spitz's sometimes serious, sometimes irreverent portraits of late 90s/early 2000s bands, and I wanted to see how he'd tackle a more casual, yet far more intimate subject: himself. Let's be honest, too; I was charmed by the early pages of the book that I read in Amazon's "Preview" mode — scenes of him driving into New York City in the late 1980s alongside his gambling-addict father, Sid Spitz. I figured I was in for a funny read about a fellow Gen-X'er coming of age with a soundtrack of Patti Smith, the Ramones, and Johnny Thunders playing in the background.
What I did not expect, however, was Spitz's lack of ability to see how ridiculous he still is and how little he's changed. He writes of his years spent posing in the Lower East Side and West Village as if they are dispatches from a centuries-old past, in contrast to the man he is today. That is, a serious semi-yuppie with a new book out examining a youth culture where dressing like a dementia patient is prized, and 20-something women who use their profound fears of sex/adulthood/the real world as an excuse to criminalize consensual sex and infantilize college-going adults in their 20s with trigger warning-festooned curricula are hailed as feminist heroes. Perhaps Spitz sees something of himself in such people. Who knows? He certainly goes out of his way to congratulate himself at every turn, far more than the title of this book would let on.
The problem with Spitz, and with his book, is that he never stopped being a poseur, never stopped putting in the minimum level of effort. Sure, he may have been "saved" from a life of navel-gazing near the end of his sorry tale, by hooking up with a chick almost 15 years his junior who "saw through his BS", loves being a yuppie, and collects clips of women having sex with their dogs. But he is not as talented, nor as impressive, as he thinks himself to be, and he is still posing, still sneering at others he considers less cool than himself. Currently, his ire is directed at "Millennials" who have the audacity to listen to the Smiths, which are "his band, and these kids missed their entire career!" Sure. It's not, after all, like Marc Spitz fashioned himself entirely after a cast of rebellious, countercultural "freaks", whose artistic and literary primes happened when Spitz was a tiny tot or even a sperm swimming within gambler-Sidney's sack, or anything. And he hung around NYC in the 90s, giving him EVERY RIGHT to sneer and pout that the "kids today" are "co-opting" his youth culture.
In fact, those kids, and their so-called Twee culture that he reviles in this book are simultaneously making him money, right as we speak, since this silly man went and wrote a book about them! How someone can castigate today's youth for enjoying 80s or even 90s music, and in the next breath, pat themselves on the back for worshipping at the altar of a LES punk rock scene they were too young to enjoy is beyond me. I'm actually more inclined to cut current 20-somethings some slack, as they've been graduating into an economy with real unemployment hovering around 25%, and the few entry level jobs they might choose from tend to not employ them at a living wage. Spitz, by contrast (and he admits this, at least) CHOSE to fail until his 30th birthday, bumming around NYC and LA, alternating between shooting smack into his veins while he chased after daft moneymaking schemes and couch-surfing aimlessly while enrolled in a series of woo-laden rehab programs, all of it bankrolled by his parents from the terminally uncool suburbs that he not-so-secretly wants to return to.
The other problem with Spitz, a far more fatal one at that, is that he's a flat-out bad writer when cut loose from the word limits and strict editors keeping him in check for the magazine world. He writes in hackneyed cliches, and worse, believes that phrases like "as actors are want to do" are grammatically correct — and he makes these mistakes over and over again. His stock phrases, which include "taking the piss," "art damaged," "fashion damaged," "music damaged" — and lest we EVER forget, "Bennington grad" — appear on every other page, making his entire life story ball up into one big blur after a while.
As other reviewers have pointed out, the book is far too long and contains far too much name-dropping for me to give much of a you-know-what about Spitz's downfall and ultimate salvation (by "I like woman-on-dog porn" Girl, of course). He met Morrissey. Wow! And I met Mike Ness — a man who survived a hardscrabble life that would make Spitz poop himself, no less — but you know who I expect to give a rip about that little tidbit? Exactly NO ONE. Spitz wants you to froth with jealousy each time he name-drops, and admits this is a major part of his impetus for choosing the career he did.
The final straw for me, however, was not any of these charming little habits, irritating as they were. It was in the second half of the book, when he starts working at SPIN. There, his feverish desire to show us how "hip" and "with it" (not to mention music-, fashion- and art-damaged) sees him praising the magazine's 'rebellious' choice to run columns by Celia Farber, a pompous and deluded AIDS denialist who is still endorsing treatments (and myths) that kill people today, and who was only employed by SPIN in the first place because of her romantic relationship with then-publisher Bob Guccione Jr. (a fact immortalized in one infamous late-90s Salon essay, where Celia maintained that quid pro quo sexual harassment is fine for everyone because SHE didn't mind boinking the boss). When your desperation to be part of an in-crowd sees you cheering someone like this — and later, in "Twee", a woman who takes unabashed pride in past behavior that any psychiatrist would rightfully label teen-on-child sexual abuse — as a hip, rebellious cultural vanguard, you come off as little more than a desperate fool, willing to latch on to anyone or anything, no matter how dangerous or insane they may be, in order to be considered "cool".
Ultimately, as I read past page 200 (and I fully admit that's my own fault), I got the feeling that Spitz was phoning it in, repeating his little stock phrases and incorrect cliches. In other words, he got bored, and that's one of the worst sins a writer who wants you to care about his subject matter can commit. The saddest part of it all is, Spitz would probably agree. He nearly says as such in this very book, admitting that he phoned it in for many of his books currently selling on Amazon.com. So he's still a poseur after all, and one with shockingly little to say, despite half a lifetime of adventures and misadventures galore. Only now, he's a self-described "balding 40-something" poseur instead of a sneering 25-year old hiding behind those sunglasses and sharkskin suits. What a waste of an opportunity — and talent. You get the feeling that, had Spitz cared just a little less about demanding that his audience be impressed with him, he could've created a very compelling narrative. Two stars for this phone-book-sized slice of self-indulgence, and that's only because the early pages were mildly amusing.
4 of 4 people found the following review helpful.
self-indulgent, repetitive
By GG
I understand that a memoir is self-indulgent by nature, but by the 5th or 6th relapse into heroin use I was pretty bored. Even though Spitz constantly tries to impress upon the reader that he's aware of his foibles, the self-absorbed brattiness was just a little too precious, and ultimately too much for me to handle after about 2/3s of the book.
I picked this up after listening to an interview (on the Marc Maron podcast) with the author, whose personality I found to be much more engaging and bearable when live.
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