In M Train especially, she does my least favorite thing which is just recounting a bunch of dreams she had. It felt so mundane to me. It felt so self-indulgent perhaps. I feel like this book is so dull.
M train (2015)
M Train is a journey through eighteen "stations." It begins in the tiny Greenwich Village cafâe where Smith goes every morning for black coffee, ruminates on the world as it is and the world as it was, and writes in her notebook. We then travel across a landscape of creative aspirations and inspirations: from Frida Kahlo's Casa Azul in Mexico, to a meeting of an Arctic explorer's society in Berlin; from the ramshackle seaside bungalow in New York's Far Rockaway that Smith buys just before Hurricane Sandy hits, to the graves of Genet, Plath, Rimbaud, and Mishima. Woven throughout are reflections on the writer's craft and on artistic creation, alongside signature memories including her life in Michigan with her husband, guitarist Fred Sonic Smith, whose untimely death was an irremediable loss. For it is loss, as well as the consolation we might salvage from it, that lies at the heart of this memoir, augmented by black-and-white Polaroids taken by Smith herself.
- ISBN:
- 9781101875100
- Length:
- 263 pages
Genres: biography
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it's just a very interesting honest depiction on her life now and it's quite heartbreaking in places especially when she's talking about the loss of her husband





