Everything I’m Cracked Up to Be by Jen Trynin

DeWitt Henry recommends Everything I’m Cracked Up to Be, a memoir by Jen Trynin: "This memoir should be required reading for wannabe Janis Joplins; for others it offers a view of the corporate music world worthy of Nathaniel West. The monologues of soulless hucksters are pitch-perfect, and Trynin’s dream of becoming a rock star carries its self-fulfilling prophecy of defeat. One of my favorite lines: ‘Even with Guy, it’s like I’m talking to him through a spacesuit, where all you can really hear is your own breathing.’" (Harcourt)