Bitch is crazy. Batshits aside, however, even the most strident of anti-Celinists is familiar with at least one song from her album Let’s Talk About Love, the seemingly-interminable ‘My Heart Will Go Ooooooooooooon aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooon.’ Don’t tell me you’re not singing it now. N-E-hoodle, Wilson uses Let’s Talk About Love as a springboard for examining the why and how behind personal preference, on account of he hates it so much.
Carl Wilson is a savvy, cynical music critic with a penchant for obscure indie bands (color me surprised), which automatically means that he falls on the neck-wringing end of the Celine continuum. However, he realizes that this makes him seem like an asshole to all of the Dion-baby-want-havers, and ‘much of this book is about reasonable people carting around cultural assumptions that make them assholes to millions of strangers.’
I.e. there’s no accounting for taste. What made me hate The Book Theif so much (besides THE VERBIAGE HOLY HELL WHY ALL THE WORDS) when so many of you wanted to wallpaper your bedrooms with it? Why do I genuinely like Eric Clapton in the soul of my souls, but refuse to listen to him in public? How come I can’t get over cheap copper jewelry? It is questions not at all like these but their distant cousins that Wilson seeks to answer.
And, alright, the book < 200 pages, but Wilson covers some serious ground. Not even just the rise of Canada’s thinnest export, either. But, like, the history of schmaltz. Because Celine is schmaltzy, and when did we start to like this in our music and why? And then the process of acquiring specific tastes, particularly distastes, and the way being white and middle-class and terrified of following the herd makes me blow off watching The Family Guy. And Wilson is Smart but also Witty and Irreverent, which is my Tall, Dark and Handsome of books.
En fin, read this shiz. It will not take too much time and you will learn things and also be amused.