I just finished The Last Days of the Midnight Ramblers by Sarah Tomlinson and I give it ★★★1/2 stars.
I was looking forward to this book but it was kind of--boggy. If that makes any sense. Here's the plot: Mari, a ghostwriter, is hired to write a memoir of a famous groupie-like woman who was involved with three members of the Midnight Ramblers, a big big 70s band. After spending several days listening to the groupie's (criticism alert) dramatic and overthought memories, Mari gets fired. Quickly, though, she is hired by a member of the band, Dante, whose own ghostwriter disappeared. Through this all, Mari is trying to figure out if the death of a band member fifty years prior was an accident, a suicide, or a murder.
The first 1/3 of the book is so draggy I almost didn't finish it. It picks up when Mari goes to work for Dante, but then gets all kinds of nuts in the last 20%. Not necessarily in a bad way. Mari seems a bit naive to write a rock n roll memoir, mch less two of them. It was all---a bit much.
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