

Unlike some of his contemporaries Springsteen never embraced stagey gimmicks or cloying drum machines or anything close to a Hollywood ethos. Even as a kid growing up listening to Born in the U.S.A., his showiest, most commercial album, I could sense this.


What I have always admired about The Boss is his unvarnished, everyman quality. The wonderful thing about Born to Run, Bruce Springsteen’s memoir from the fall of 2016, is its authenticity. Even if said book is poorly written or dips into celebrity tell-all territory-or if, as is the case here, it runs 500+ pages-the reader still gets, at bare minimum the full story from-the-horse’s mouth, juicy tidbits about the music itself, and a rendering of a life that most of us can only dream about leading (not to mention nostalgia and all forms of vicarious delight). Reading an autobiography by one of the true giants of rock and roll is not the most painful activity in the world.
