Nothing's Bad Luck: The Lives of Warren Zevon
ISBN: #978-0306921483 DaCapo Jazz Trio
Even just a cursory glance through C. M. Kushins' biography of Warren Zevon
reveals it as a textbook example of what a thorough contemporaneous biography should be. The fastidious approach the author takes to his subject includes not just the scholarly research of well-documented interviews and a complete discography, but acknowledgments eloquent in their heartfelt gratitude. Combine that expression with the often cinematic account of events and it's hard to believe this is the writer's first book.
Kushins sounds articulate and authoritative in recounting The Lives of Warren Zevon
precisely because he knows his subject inside out. He speaks from the experience of interviewing family, friends and acquaintances who, each in their own way, provide a different perspective on the late songwriter and musicians (notably missing from which list but often quoted nonetheless, is long-time mentor and collaborator Jackson Browne
). The multiple and clarified perspectives arising from Kushins' scrupulous work are an absolute necessity in capturing the mercurial nature of a man who could become as absorbed in fishing as writing a symphony, while rock and rolling in between. It should come as no surprise Nothing's Bad Luck
is also as entertaining a read as it is.
In that light, the initial chapter titled "1903-1966" is something of a red herring. It will decoy a reader into expecting a lengthy treatise on Warren Zevon's ancestry when, in fact, Kushins offers a fairly pithy encapsulation of the man's Russian/Jewish lineage, plus a clear delineation of a family history in which the author is (too?) quick to point out how the various diverse personalities found their way into that volatile makeup of his subject's. And while many of the incidents described are, not surprisingly, familiar to readers of previous works devoted to Zevon's life, it is only in The Lives of Warren Zevon
it becomes clear that, had he not succumbed to his addictions and substance abuse so early in a life that ended so prematurely due to illness, this brilliant, eccentric individual might well have fully evolved into a true renaissance man.
Passions extending beyond musica sufficiently varied one on its own termsincluding all manner of literature and sports, form the basis for a complex persona extended and amplified by the Warren Zevon''s own self-consciousness. Drinking at an early age, for instance, continued as fodder for his creativity, or so he would have himself think, and his fondness for various drugs only exacerbated a violent temper that may very well have been in his DNA. C.M. Kushins' erudite exposition of the man's career arc moves at an engaging and fleet pace, the tempo interrupted at times early on, by some odd choices in vocabulary: is a reader 'vivacious' or 'voracious'? And do objects 'exhume' or 'exude' an odor?
Errant spellcheck doesn't excuse sloppy editing and it's a credit to the author's storytelling skills and the depth of his researchplus a suspense intrinsic to the tale he's telling, even if you know the outcomethat such questionable instances remain mere flecks of imperfection. Otherwise, Kushins lays out a fairly fluid narrative in which passages describing recording activities (right down to the specific choices of musicians) alternate with those of Warren Zevon's personal life. It's a seamless quality reflective of the man's pursuits.
And within and around the chronology, the author engages in some analysis and interpretation of the compositions indicative of his passion for his subject. The flow of those intervals enhances the film-like progression of Nothing's Bad Luck
: they are akin to spoken word segments or first-person interview snippets with the actors, in-character and out. Somewhat less successful are those sections where Kushins engages in some psychoanalysis within which he becomes entangled in contradictions: for instance, does isolation nurture Zevon's creativity or his predilection to indulge in drink, drugs and promiscuous sex?
It's clearly both, at different times, under a variety of circumstances, such as the writing in prep for the Excitable Boy
(Asylum, 1978) album. The writer is certainly aware of that, he just needs to better clarify his awareness of the paradox(es). He is otherwise utterly clear on that which caused Warren Zevon to alternately charm and repel friends intimate and otherwise, as well as family members; that particular roller-coaster, in fact, turns out to be a constant in the man's life and, as mentioned before, may be the rationale behind long-time mentor and collaborator Browne's name not included in the tally of interviewees (in contrast, Julie Bowen's is there, without any other between the hardcovers); based on some exposition of their relationship, around the death of the latter's own spouse and a calamitous tour of Europe with Zevon, he may have, in fact, become too close to be objective.
That's not the case with C.M. Kushins, however, and he should be applauded accordingly. That said, his depiction of The Lives of Warren Zevon
may, to some readers, sound like a cold-blooded portrayal of a cold-blooded human being. To be sure, even though the author's intellectual inspection of his subject comes through almost on a visceral level at times, this book otherwise contains only scant emotional warmth, certainly in comparison to that written by his spouse Crystal, I'll Sleep When I'm Dead: The Dirty Life and Times of Warren Zevon
(Ecco, 2008)). As a result, Warren Zevon is a decidedly unsympathetic figure through the first third or so here. Still. the reality is Kushins performs an important function by positioning his work at a virtual mid-way point between the aforementioned bio and the ever-so-cerebral (to a fault?) James Campion's Accidentally Like a Martyr: The Tortured Art of Warren Zevon
One of the most admirable accomplishments with this bookand there are more than a fewis Kushins' seamless interweaving of recording information and his own analysis of the results. There are times, however, such as the interlude devoted to Bad Luck Streak in Dancing School
(Asylum, 1980) when his writing sounds forced, almost bordering on over-explaining: one summary is plenty sufficient devoted to the varied styles included on that record. His delineations of the individual songs and the overall composition of the record are otherwise clear and distinct enough, more in keeping with his prose virtually everywhere else: the fluid unreeling of prose seems to generate, then ride, a momentum all its own.