I could hate Jancee Dunn for being lucky enough to shoot the breeze with Dolly Parton (not to mention many other legends of music) but I can’t, because I loved her diary of a music journalist so damn much (and because she seems like such a nice person) Just gossipy enough and really entertaining, her memoir provides an insight into what it’s like writing for Rolling Stone, as well as a personal look at Jancee’s life. Curtis Sittenfeld has called it “smart, poignant and incredibly funny”, and I think that about covers it. Read it or be sad.
Pick up a copy of your own here (and lament that awful new cover…).
