This probably doesn’t place me in a supermajority, but the news that Art Garfunkel had written a memoir struck me as thrilling. Finally, I thought, we’ll get to read a thorough account of just how intensely he and Paul Simon loved and hated and needed and rejected each other, and why, and when, and how much, and how often.
We’d get a firsthand account of what happened when Mike Nichols cast both Simon and Garfunkel in Catch-22, and then changed his mind and fired Simon, thus hastening the duo’s first breakup. Perhaps we’d even get some insight into the necrophiliac climax of Bad Timing: A Sensual Obsession, the Central Park reunion, the condition of having lived long enough to stand astride multiple generations of pop culture relevance.
