Advertisement
YOU ARE HERE: LAT HomeCollections

Unfettered and alive

Girls Like Us Carole King, Joni Mitchell and Carly Simon -- and the Journey of a Generation Sheila Weller Atria: 592 pp., $27.95

May 25, 2008|Leslie Brody | Leslie Brody is writing a biography of Jessica Mitford.

Sisterhood -- in the family and body politic -- can be a beautiful abstraction and a real pain in the neck. It's an evanescent ideal that sometimes takes shape in historic movements. And it's the cosmic force behind Sheila Weller as she tries to link the lives of three very different artists to "the rich composite story of a whole generation of women born middle-class in the early to mid 1940s and coming of age in the middle to late 1960s."

It's brave of Weller, in defining "us," to include the amorphous, perhaps even nostalgic, notion of class in America. Now as in the past, the phrase "middle class" contains so many worlds of meaning that nobody really knows what it means. Middle-class-ness might be imagined in Carole King's life as a young wife and mother and in the drab orthodoxy that hung like a pall above Joni Mitchell's childhood home. Then too, it was the generalized, enigmatic epithet epitomizing all that was phony, "bougie," a slur tossed at the uptown Simon for not being sufficiently street smart. Given that being middle-class contravened being hip, the first order of business for a self-respecting, self-liberating young woman was to un-class oneself. (If somebody in your consciousness-raising group called you middle-class, you'd probably think that wasn't very sisterly.)

King is Weller's "everywoman." Coming of age in Brooklyn, inspired and influenced by black musicianship, King makes her way by dint of talent into the Brill Building, center of top-40 hit-makers. She and her partner, then-husband Gerry Goffin, chalk up a string of successful records before she turns 21. "Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow?" hits the charts as birth control pills are "reaching their first customers," Weller points out, allowing a young, single woman to declare herself "an emotional and sexually independent and responsible person."

Mitchell emerges as bubble gum becomes not just the stuff tough girls crack but also an epithet meaning crass or commercial. The Canadian singer-songwriter became for Weller "the It girl and anthropologist of her newly coined female archetype, a rusticated American version of Left Bank femininity."

That Mitchell's inward-looking material drew so many acolytes is a tribute to her talent and good fortune to have entered the slipstream when she did. Her best songs reflect confessional trends in '60s-era literature, the poems of Anne Sexton, the novels of Erica Jong, the new journalism of Joan Didion. The work of Anais Nin and Doris Lessing had already spawned a sisterhood of dedicated diarists, which meant that few young women left home without their journal. During Mitchell's time in Laurel Canyon, she became a rock aristocrat in a Rubik's cube of celebrity love affairs. Then, like swarms of young women, she "split" for Europe in the early 1970s. Though unlike us, she didn't need to buy a Eurail Pass.

Simon, whose father co-founded the Simon & Schuster publishing house, came of age in an affluent intellectual society, and it "was from this talk-rich world that Carly's song had percolated," Weller writes. Her public persona was that of a sexually uninhibited freethinker. In the New York of her early songs, young women cavort like drunken dryads with chignons. She's a jet-set star who hangs out with Mick Jagger and Jackie Onassis, marries and divorces James Taylor. Like us? Not so much.

Weller nevertheless holds fast to her premise and keeps up a crackling pace. All three life stories are like tops let loose at the same speed, each running down at its own pace. Although the author's scene setting is admirable, sometimes she compresses history with a steamroller, making very different events seem to carry equal weight. Here's her take on the late '60s:

"Hubristic prophets spouted melodramatic rhetoric in contemporary versions of the Temple squares (the campus, the TV screen, the FM radio, the rock concert, the newspaper headlines); believers found revelations in holy texts (Weather Underground manifestos, acid visions, Dylan or Beatles lyrics); witnesses watched the heavens heave both frogs (dollar bills fluttering from Wall Street balconies; the naming of a pig as a candidate for the Democratic nomination; Jimi Hendrix immolating his guitar) and thunder (the Vietnam war dead, the political assassinations)."

Weller conscientiously tracks King's and Simon's survival of drug-addled marriages. In a moving coda, Mitchell's recurring sorrow is dispelled when she's reunited with the daughter she gave up for adoption. All three women endure their audiences' occasional lack of appreciation. They leave their corporate backers, try working on their own, then return to the fold. But no tears need be shed, according to this narrative -- all three became famous and rich when very young and lived according to their own lights.

Advertisement
Los Angeles Times Articles
|
|
|