Benjamin von Stuckrad-Barre must have gone through hell; according to all that he tells, it’s a miracle that he is still alive: much drugs, alcohol anyway, plus bulimia (bulimia addiction). The book he wrote about it, you will be able to best described as autobiography. Lately also speaks of a “Memoir” (there are “vacation” in the singular?). But “memoirs” would sound too noble, also started for not old enough, and its significance for the culture, with all due respect, a total of (still) too low.
an autobiography needs, free to Goethe, the love of self. Accordingly Benjamin would it not qualified by Stuckrad-Barre because he harbors an opposite feeling for themselves. according to doctors as well as affected is the bulimic mostly plagued by self-hatred. Perhaps the book will be now become so good. Who endure already 560 pages self-love? The eighty pages, which they still contain, rich and are considered in the light, a blemish, will ignore the only fans. We’ll get more.
At home in pop culture
Benjamin von Stuckrad-Barre is an interesting case and probably the biggest talent of specializing in pop culture journalism in the past twenty years has seen. In the second half of the nineties, he cut in newspapers and magazines his idols Marius Müller-Westernhagen and, especially, Udo Lindenberg belonging to the pan, and who read it, could not believe that this quick-witted, sharp-tongued author then early twenties was
Such bad reviews are naturally harsh words. the temptation to insult someone publicly, are you, when you’re young and needs attention, ever after; but it is by no means so that Stuckrad-Barre would have done without arguments. He always had an eye for the weaknesses of pop musicians, which at that time almost exclusively his interest, for vanities, artistic and age-suitableness, short for the question of whether someone as the saying goes, “age with grace”. That he has not yet learned even, is a fact which we owe “panic Heart”, an extremely egomaniacal, but only against himself ruthless, over all other rather mild, equitable or downright affectionate story.
Lindenberg is a matter of opinion
as for Lindenberg, so is the reader who has a normal relationship with him, quickly find that Stuckrad-Barre overdoes it in this regard, as you can even ask what precisely these singers, has certainly done something, but only mumbles the last twenty-five years drunk and opaque to himself, so predestined hero.
Less is a matter of taste, what to make of it when an Addict so so much scorched earth behind. “There I know the world, that they forgive me”? One is inclined to think of the saying August von Platen. For indeed be some of Stuckrad-Barres career and his sometimes almost schnöselig acting posturing opens now quite well: Much uncertainty was there in the game, to the absolute will, “belonging”, the Stars to be as close as possible to the heel, also so to carry basically a life.
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