A warm CONGRATULATIONS to STEWART for producing such an interesting read, one that got me to sit home on a rainy Sunday and not stop reading since early this morning. As I type these comments, I have no idea what anyone else has said--Kellie and I have had some conversations about the ever-changing page count, but otherwise I only read Giovanni's first post in the thread.
As I got closer to the end, I was clenching my teeth in suspense even though I know how the story ends. I went from lying on the sofa rather relaxed and even a bit sleepy (don't smite me, STEWART, I have had a long week and it's cold and rainy in NYC today). Suddenly I was sitting up, wide awake, absolutely unable to put the book down. I know the Police are going to break up again, I know the exact time and date. I was even there! But I could NOT put it down. When I have that reaction to a book, that's when I know I am in the clutches of a great story.
Now I have a better understanding of why it's the way it is. Pretty much what I had concluded already but still interesting to read it. I admit I've sometimes had a "get over it" reaction to some of Stewart's comments in interviews; where I'd want to say "well, this is why they call it WORK," but at the same time I know it is NOT fun nor is it productive to have someone picking apart your work especially when you're excellent at what you do and get excellent results--in the case of the Police tour, a lot of very happy fans.
I enjoyed reading about the Sundance "reunion," as I remember seeing newspaper coverage and a wonderful photo of the three of them (one of the photos made it into the back page of the tour program). I remember thinking "oh wow wouldn't it be great if they got together just one time? They look so happy here." I'm glad it really was as warm as it looked.
It was also fun to read about all these other parts of Stewart's life that we knew existed but I didn't know much about--the polo, the Italian connections, the start-up of Oysterhead. The part about 9/11 was a poignant reminder of how we were all vulnerable that day, and all the money and fame in the world doesn't help you when you just want to be sure your kid is okay. (If you're wondering why the call didn't come sooner, Jordan might have been trying for some time...phones were jammed and you couldn't even reach someone two blocks away).
That said, here are some "reviewer" comments: As with Sting's book, I felt this was incomplete in that we don't see much about the early days. A reader might wonder how they managed to put out five albums. (Sting's book doesn't say much about the Police after about 1978). This is not so much for our benefit; we know the story and have been reading other books, etc. I know it is a struggle to decide what to leave in and what to leave out and you can't make an encyclopedia out of it (sure, WE would be into it but the publisher isn't going to pay for that!) I will close now because in the line above, I typed "1878" then caught it before I hit the submit button. Must be time for a break!
Oh but wait--the ending! The FLAG! Well, for me, my participation was not "worship" in the sense that I do believe in God as in Father/Son/Holy Spirit, and not that Stewart is God. But I think Stewart hit the nail on the head when he talked about the sense of cooperation and community--and to be part of that among people who started out mostly as strangers was pretty special indeed.