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A prelude to fame, Just Kids recounts the friendship of two young
artists--Patti Smith and Robert Mapplethorpe - whose passion fueled
their lifelong pursuit of art.
In 1967, a chance meeting between
two young people led to a romance and a lifelong friendship that would
carry each to international success never dreamed of. The backdrop is
Brooklyn, Chelsea Hotel, Max's Kansas City, Scribner's Bookstore, Coney
Island, Warhol's Factory and the whole city resplendent. Among their
friends, literary lights, musicians and artists such as Harry Smith,
Bobby Neuwirth, Allen Ginsberg, Sandy Daley, Sam Shepherd, William
Burroughs, etc. It was a heightened time politically and culturally; the
art and music worlds exploding and colliding. In the midst of all this
two kids made a pact to always care for one another. Scrappy, romantic,
committed to making art, they prodded and provided each other with faith
and confidence during the hungry years--the days of cous-cous and
Just Kids begins as a love story and ends
as an elegy. Beautifully written, this is a profound portrait of two
young artists, often hungry, sated only by art and experience. And an
unforgettable portrait of New York, her rich and poor, hustlers and
hellions, those who made it and those whose memory lingers near.
In 1967, 21-year-old singer song writer Smith, determined to make art her life and dissatisfied with the lack of opportunities in Philadelphia to live this life, left her family behind for a new life in Brooklyn. When she discovered that the friends with whom she was to have lived had moved, she soon found herself homeless, jobless, and hungry. Through a series of events, she met a young man named Robert Mapplethorpe who changed her life and in her typically lyrical and poignant manner Smith describes the start of a romance and lifelong friendship with this man: It was the summer Coltrane died. Flower children raised their arms... and Jimi Hendrix set his guitar in flames in Monterey. It was the summer of Elvira Madigan, and the summer of love.... This beautifully crafted love letter to her friend (who died in 1989) functions as a memento mori of a relationship fueled by a passion for art and writing. Smith transports readers to what seemed like halcyon days for art and artists in New York as she shares tales of the denizens of Max's Kansas City, the Hotel Chelsea, Scribner's, Brentano's, and Strand bookstores. In the lobby of the Chelsea, where she and Mapplethorpe lived for many years, she got to know William Burroughs, Allen Ginsberg, Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, and Johnny Winter. Most affecting in this tender and tough memoir, however, is her deep love for Mapplethorpe and her abiding belief in his genius. Smith's elegant eulogy helps to explain the chaos and the creativity so embedded in that earlier time and in Mapplethorpe's life and work.