![]() Seasoned Mitchell readers wouldn’t be so joyfully blindsided. For me as a newcomer to David Mitchell, when this strand comes to the fore, it does so as a brilliant plot twist. There are characters who are hundreds of years old, something akin to demonic possession and something akin to exorcism. But then … astonishingly integrated with the rest, is a fantasy narrative strand. What I’m saying is that this is a terrific historical novel. Jasper leans in for his psycho-whisper … () Dean comes in with the bass riff Elf comes in on the next bar and Griff chop-slaps on the next. Jasper steers the jam through three cycles before wrapping it up in a Wah-Wah’d B flat, the opening of ‘Sound mind’. Griff, Dean and Elf join in on drums, bass and Hammond. ![]() It gets the audience thunder-clapping in time. Jasper rewards his first cheer of the night with a new riff that isn’t ‘Sound Mind’: nobody will ever know it’s a rip-off of Cream’s ‘Born Under a Bad Sign’. Jasper strums asks the tech-guy for more volume on his guitar shuts his eyes … and slams into an amp-blowing, bent-string howl and fires off a scale of triads, starting from high E, all the way down. For example, in Side One of the third album, where the band begins to play Jasper’s song ‘Sound Mind’, I wouldn’t know a chop-slap from a scale of triads, but I do get the excitement of the moment: Possibly someone who knows more about music than I do will complain that the descriptions of the band’s concerts are inauthentic (as one of the Book Group has been scathing about Tim Winton’s descriptions of surfing), but I loved them. The research doesn’t push itself to the front of the picture, but it provides a solid, fine-grained background. I felt I was in safe hands: I believe that Jagger actually said the things attributed to him, that Mama Cass gave such sex-and-marijuana parties (in fact I’m pretty sure I’ve seen one just like it in a movie), that Leonard Cohen spoke with this flirtatious formality, that radio and television shows were tacky in something close to this way. The band members sit and discuss the newly-released Sergeant Pepper’s track by track. Words of wisdom are quoted from Mama Cass and Mick Jagger. Francis Bacon presides over a whole chapter. Historical figures make cameo appearances: Brian Jones, David Bowie, Janis Joplin, Leonard Cohen – and Jimmy Saville with the faintest whiff of the revelations to come much later. We are often told what song is playing in the background, and although I was living in a monastery in the years in question, this evokes the flavour of the times wonderfully. ![]() There’s careful attention to period details – how to make a phone call and why you might hesitate to call internationally, how to negotiate sexual politics when the world is on the cusp of second-wave feminism, how to manage the politics of the US war in Vietnam when you’re a ‘non-political’ band, the meaning of long hair. It feels animated by a love for that moment in pop history (roughly the time when David Mitchell was being born, I just found out). Plus a brief reunion fifty-one years later.Įven though the book is unmistakably fiction, it has a powerful documentary quality. The novel charts the band’s progress from their coming together, to their disastrous first gig, to a painful but comparatively rapid rise in the charts, to success at home and in the USA and (not a spoiler) their eventual break-up. Its longer sections are named for the band’s three albums. Three of the four band members are song-writers, and the book’s chapters are named for their songs. The book takes its title from Utopia Avenue, a fictional English rock band in the late 1960s: a socially awkward guitar player from a wealthy Dutch family who wrestles with his personal demons (word chosen carefully), a working-class bass player with long hair and a troubled relationship (an understatement) with his father, a rough Yorkshire lad on the drums, a middle-class woman folk-singer who is a wonder on the keyboards, and their Canadian manager, a decent man who gets them together and believes in their talent. Once again, the Book Group has taken me off my customary reading track. Before the meeting: This is the first book by David Mitchell that I’ve read. ![]()
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