The Day the Music Died is a story of a young man’s loss of the only thing in his life he had ever truly loved – music. Academia and mainstream culture (read: ‘Bullshit’) have destroyed it and subverted it to the point where great music can be hidden from society and nonsense can pass for greatness. For the next ten years, void of any centering influence in his life, Cameron Forsyth lives in a life of delusion and make-believe; looking within himself in order to decipher the difference between talent, inspiration and acts of sheer chance, in the hope that he may resolve what was to him an event tantamount to musical decide.
A divide soon appears between reality and Cameron’s reinvention of events and the world around him.
The main protagonist is a credible and likeable character, well written by the Author who manages to imbue in him traits and emotions that can be found in people the reader interacts with on a daily basis. His journey from devotion to disillusionment is well documented, and the Author makes the reader feel as if they are taking this journey with the character, as well as being able to identify those times in their own lives when they have also undergone this change in viewpoint. Although I found the main protagonist to be likeable, I also found him at times to be a little trying on my patience, and some of the ways in which he reacted to events ranging from humourous to violent were a bit too much to handle.
The book contains many observations from the Author on our society, especially the cultures and subcultures out there; these observations are insightful and conveyed through a tongue in cheek wit that is especially humourous. The Author also uses a lot of innuendo and, although this is wholly appropriate is some circumstances, after too many pages of it constantly rearing its head I began to tire of it; many readers of this may find that, as I did, it also leaves very little room for the reader to use their imagination which was a very disappointing part of this novel for me. With a little less of the vivid imagery, and more being left to my imagination, this novel would have been much more enjoyable. There are also large parts of this book that weighed down with too much information and explanation, again taking away the reader’s ability to use their imaginations. All in all I personally didn’t enjoy this read as much as I hoped I would as I do like reads that make me think, and this fell short in that area despite the numerous chuckles it gave me.
I would recommend this book to those readers who are looking for something a little on the risqué side.