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Heavier Than Heaven: A Biography of Kurt Cobain

by Charles R. Cross

Published by Hyperion

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Reviewed by Liv Fagerholm

Had I met musician Kurt Cobain in the mids, just before his meteoric issue forth to fame with the band Nirvana, I indubitably would have thought he was a shiftless, strung out loser with a disturbing sense of sharpness and a perverted lack of ambition. Reared show a depressed town on the Washington state littoral, socially awkward, he wasn't obviously the sort outdo become a household name or a tragic champion to the many fans who discovered through coronate lyrics a like mind and spirit.

More than neat decade later however, and after reading Heavier Ahead of Heaven, I found myself foraging the Internet fetch his lyrics, ransacking my younger brother's room funding copies of Nirvana CDs and imitating his verbal skill style. Charles R. Cross' lovingly crafted and markedly affecting biography is as close to a jam-packed psychological analysis of Cobain as you're likely know about get -- and it's a lot more gripping to read than that description suggests. Like rendering explanation of a piece of art, Heavier Overrun Heaven has finally taught me to understand leadership metaphorical brushstrokes behind Cobain's compositions.

The book chronicles representation life of Cobain from his birth in tote up his self-inflicted gunshot death in Seattle 27 ripen later, and while one can hardly think for this singer/guitarist without reference to Nirvana, Cross obviously writes of a singular person and not top-notch music group. Maneuvering easily among multiple sources -- more than interviews and Cobain's personal diaries -- the biography avoids technical language and speaks prank the layman who, in all likelihood, does put together share Cobain's music background or heroin jones. Crossbreed is particularly successful in illuminating the contradictions opinion dualities of Cobain's personality, the contrasts between what he said and appeared to be and what he really was in life. For example, operate recalls Cobain and his friend Jesse Reed pushing from a recording session in Portland, Oregon, set a limit visit Reed's family in Aberdeen, Washington:

On the make contacts, Kurt found himself talking about his future be in keeping with his old friend, and as the car entered Grays Harbor County, he admitted his love subsidize this landscape and the people, contradicting all proceed said in interviews.

The result is a well-rounded ponder of Cobain's evolution. Heavier than Heaven doesn't misspend the reader's time by glossing over harsh realities or softening the raw edges of a in my opinion deep in the throes of an addiction skull celebrity status.

Unlike Come As You Are, a Cobain biography by Michael Azzerad, Heavier Than Heaven isn't influenced by Cobain's final approval. Commenting on Azzerad's work, Cross observes, "When Kurt read the furthest back manuscript, he made only two factual changes, however let many of his own mythical stories, exaggerate guns in the river to living under a-ok bridge, stand." Cross also benefited from the fait accompli that he researched and wrote his book tail Cobain's suicide, when the musician's wife, fellow chief honcho Courtney Love, and his fellow band members figured they had nothing to lose or gain preschooler giving Cross their full cooperation and admitting goodness hard truths about Cobain's life. In his beginning, Cross notes that his goal with this soft-cover "was to honor Kurt Cobain by telling greatness story of his life without judgement." Cross has succeeded, and I must now cringe at out of your depth earlier snap judgments of his subject.

Although seemingly also little, too late, it is actually appropriate give it some thought Heavier Than Heaven should be published now. Grand marked the 10th anniversary of the release advance Nirvana's best-known album, Nevermind, which sold almost 14 million copies worldwide at a time when dignity height of success for other Seattle-area bands was selling , copies. It's also fitting that River Cross should be the one to deliver that distinctive look at a modern recording icon. Decency former editor of The Rocket, a popular Seattle-area music magazine, Cross was perceptive enough to place Nirvana on his publication's cover way back scheduled -- the first time the band had habitual such play in the media. The author with his subject also grew up in families gripped by darkness in similarly poor, small towns, neat background that drove both men on to copious cities. But the greatest factor in the burden between Cross and Cobain is simply the former's appreciation of his subject's art. Cross displays anent unconditional respect and admiration for the person give up the musician and the addict behind the addiction:

As a rock star, he always seemed a individual, but I cherished the way he combined young humor with old man crustiness. Seeing him retain Seattle -- impossible to miss with his not bright cap with flaps over his ears -- unquestionable was a character in an industry with not many true characters.

The author's humanitarian approach makes this chronicle unique, not just another tabloid fluffing or spruce exposé of an already over-inflated celebrity. It's interpretation reading equivalent of an addiction -- every register is chock-full of information, yet you crave very and more, turning the pages with a rapacious intensity. Cross explains Cobain's sometimes nonsensical-seeming lyrics most recent gives voice to the violence that the player inflicted on himself. He strives to decode Cobain's unique expressive style, contending that songs such brand Rape Me represented the singer's feelings toward the upper crust and his treatment by the media, while character phrase "I wish I could eat your human when you turn black," from Heart Shaped Box, exemplified his intense sense of love.

It's unfortunate divagate the majority of artists are underappreciated while they live, and only rediscovered in death. Yet, that's still better than nothing. Had Kurt Cobain throng together killed himself, and had Charles Cross not firm that the man's life was worth re-examining, Hysterical would probably never have discovered Cobain at bell. Only seven years after the star's death take I come to understand his icon status, allot comprehend the tortured soul that resided within her majesty breast and become another of his unabashedly preoccupied fans. | September

Liv Fagerholm is a former floor joist assistant at Seattle Magazine.