Dickens & Prince by Nick Hornby review – a tale of two greats
about 3 years in The guardian
Hornby draws parallels between the Victorian novelist and the musician in this heartfelt homage to these brilliant, driven individualsAt the start of this heartfelt exercise in hero worship, Nick Hornby gathers together a throng of what he calls “My People” and ushers them into a VIP room in his head. They make up an eclectic pantheon, with Arsène Wenger jostling Joan Didion and the sitcom scriptwriters Galton and Simpson next to the gloomy painter Edward Hopper. Dickens and Prince are “two among many” in the gilded crowd, but Hornby singles them out for special homage. Dickens rescued him from the stupor of adolescence by showing that books were an escape route for the mind; Prince, with his keening falsetto, the prestidigitation of his guitar-playing and his hyperkinetic dance moves, delivered a physical excitement that is music’s special prerogative. Dickens made Hornby laugh, while Prince thrilled him by seeming to offer “hours of erotic ecstasy”.That said, the pair have not much in common, apart from their almost crazed productivity. Hornby traces parallels between their professional lives – the deprived childhoods that fuelled their ambition, their precocious fame, their shrewd management of later setbacks in their careers – but can’t find many private affinities. Continue reading...