I was originally drawn to this book by the target on the cover. A million years ago when I was young, back in the late 80s, I was a mod. Anyway, every mod loves The Jam, fact. So when I read the sub title as, ‘A memoir about one teenager’s obsession with The Jam’ I was sold. But, this book is way, way more than that.
This is a frank and very funny trip down Memory Lane, back to the (not so?) glorious seventies. Ian Stone recalls exactly how it was back then - and he does so with such self deprecating honesty & wit that I challenge anyone to try & finish this book without laughing. I’d never heard of the author but soon worked out that his day job is a comedian & boy can you tell. His sarcasm & humour burst from the pages & the book just gets funnier & funnier. I mean the 70s were absolutely crackers when you come to think of it, the things people got away with, it’s unbelievable really. From toy klackers which you could knock your mate’s teeth out with to smoking on tubes, in playgrounds and hospitals, it’s all covered here.
As a child of the 70s, so many of his memories resonated with me, but even the ones that didn’t still had me gripped; cringing in places, chuckling in others. It’s also a recollection of his Jewish upbringing & his passion for music; I was entranced hearing about Jam gigs & the music scene & growing up in London in those heady times (he describes it so evocatively that you could almost be there) plus it’s written so well that every page is a joy.
If you’re old enough to remember the 70s I can’t recommend this one enough. It truly is a witty, wonderful and exceptionally well written tale of youth. Captured so perfectly that I think I can almost remember what it was like to be young again.
Almost.