There has never been a more “afterword” book than this ever in the entire history of humanity.
The unnamed narrator and his friend James form a club called “The Forensic Records Society” which meets in their local pub on a Monday. The idea is for every member to bring three singles which they listen to forensically. No commenting or reviewing allowed, you just listen. James, however is a bit of a tyrant and his no nonsense enforcements of the rules leads to rival societies being formed; the “Confessional Records Society” on a Tuesday and the “Perceptive Record Society” on a Wednesday.
The books starts off has a sort of tribute to High Fidelity; an amusing riff on the behaviour of blokes. It kind of becomes a parable about political schism. Yes I did think it was about the Bolshevik / Menshevik split, but it’s always amusing; think Animal Farm but jokey.
What it gets right is the behaviour of men. Men who know too much about music. There’s a really neat bone chucked to these men as well, who are mocked throughout the book. Only song titles are mentioned, the artists are not. You can » Continue Reading.