Suzy, Led Zeppelin, and Me
Reviewed by Chase Hoffberger, Fri., Dec. 5, 2008
Suzy, Led Zeppelin, and Meby Martin Millar
Soft Skull Press, 222 pp., $13.95 (paper)
It happens time and again: Boy hears Led Zepplin II, boy realizes girls exist, and by the time John Bonham's halfway through "Moby Dick," boy's making some pretty irrational decisions. Martin Millar's recount of the sequence is unique because he was there at the gold rush: 15 in 1972, after Led Zeppelin's first four logic-defying LPs had been released, when the long-haired Londoners finally came to his native Glasgow. The British author does a crack job recalling that youth; 1972's Millar is a befuddled mess allegiant to few things besides rock stars, video games, and Suzy, whose exact characteristics matter less than her representative existence. His tale wouldn't be half so amusing if it weren't for his imperfections and adolescent priorities coming to surface in his most honest moments. As for Zeppelin's role, its blimp couldn't be any bigger in Millar's eye, and while the book's intentionally juvenile writing style gets a little long-winded, the mere timelessness of this rite of passage is something well worth documenting.