A famous rock band from the 70’s recount their days in the spotlight. Remembering and reminiscing about how they got it right and where it all went wrong.
Daisy Jones has been making its rounds on book tube and book blogs all over, and the response has been overwhelmingly positive. Perhaps it was the extremely high expectations that accompanied it, but I found it to be disappointingly mediocre.
On the positive side, the writing is style is unique and interesting. The book is written entirely in interview excerpts, the difficulty of which cannot be overlooked. The story relies entirely on dialogue without any real directions. Keeping this in mind, the book flows fairly nicely and the plot develops well enough. The problem however is that this style of writing does not enable you to fulfill the basic writing principle of ‘show don’t tell’. This book is all tell and a mishmash of ‘he said she said’.
It’s clear that Taylor Jenkins Reid was attempting to recreate the magic of The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo in this documentary style oral history. Unfortunately for her, it wasn’t the oral history part that made Evelyn Hugo a great read, it was Evelyn Hugo herself.
The recluse Hollywood starlet was an incredibly compelling and magnetic grey character. Realistically and beautifully flawed, her heartbreak was easy to empathize with. The characters in Daisy Jones are a little less well rounded, and as such the suspense is rarely suspenseful and the climax, pretty anti-climactic. Because there are so many characters (8-10) to follow, we don’t get enough time with any of them. By the end of the book, we may know their story, but they themselves remain strangers.
It is not a bad book by any means, the writing style is interesting enough to make it a worthwhile read. I however, expected to love this book. I wanted to love this book, and as such I am left sorely disappointed.