Book Review: Just Kids
Just Kids Patti Smith In the mid-sixties musical artist, poet and punk icon Patti Smith and photographer Robert Mapplethorpe , still in their teens, are strolling through Washington Square on a sunny Sunday afternoon. Seeing them, a tourist lady turns to her husband saying, “Look, they’re artists!” Her husband replies, “Aw, they’re just kids.” Thus comes the title of this National Book Award-winning memoir of Smith and Mapplethorpe’s friendship, love, and their fierce artistic alliance. Immensely entertaining and chock full of anecdotes from the fabled young avant-garde of New York of that era, Just Kids , is nonetheless a deeply intimate portrayal of a struggle to survive, to eat, to sleep inside, and to advance their art. Reading Just Kids , we hang out with Patti and Robert at Max’s Kansas City, perform before Andy Warhol at the early CBGB and live at the Chelsea Hotel. Allen Ginsburg makes a play for Smith at the automat, thinking she’s a young man. She has an affair with S...