I've been wanting to read a bio on the Beatles for some time now. I tried Bob Spitz's book a few years back, but it seemed dry and I got bogged down right around the time Ringo joined the band. Looking back, after reading Norman's book, I now wish I had stuck with it. I suppose Norman's book (revised edition) did the job for about 400+ pages of a 520 page book. But what brackets his story is first a 30 page, very off-putting, rant about the evils of the 60s leading the excesses in the decades to come. (I wondered Norman had become a Tory in his later years.) In addition, he confesses up front that he is a John-person, and he doesn't really like or think much of Paul McCartney. But he does confess that his views on McCartney have softened a bit, and that he had worked to tone down the new edition of "Shout!" to reflect those changing attitudes. Second is the last 100 post-Beatle pages, which contains extreme hagiography for John, nasty demonization of Paul, and a few pages for George and Ringo. At least Ringo wins in the end.
I wasn't sure what to do with such an overt statement of bias. That seems like an ethical line being crossed. I like all the Beatles. I prefer Paul's singing, but that's a cosmetic thing. John's genius is all over the place in those amazing songs. I even considered not reading the book at all. But I plowed ahead, and was generally pleased for about 400 pages or so. Norman dutifully tells the tale of the rise and fall, of the Beatles. It's all there. The early days of eagerly listening to American rock and roll, their early apprenticeship in the rough Hamberg clubs in what was essentially rock & roll boot camp. The (nicely rendered) discovery of the band by Brian Epstein, a music shop manager, who up until that time had been something of a family failure. After that, things happened fast. And Norman does a good job telling the story. Epstein is a sad figure. He's gay, Jewish, in a society that at the time frowned on both. He as also in love with John. John love aside, Epstein does recognize that the Beatles are special, but he is for the most part in over his head. The Beatles would all become rich, but Epstein's mismanagement of the group would cost them millions more. He would die in 1967 due to an overdose of barbiturates compounded by heavy drinking. Norman suggests, with pretty thin evidence, that Epstein might have been murdered.
Despite Epstein's death, the the Beatles kept on rolling, even though cracks were beginning to appear. John, in particular, had his demons. Fame in particular. About the time "Revolver" came out, possibly the band's high point in Norman's eyes (not an unreasonable judgement, but we all have our favorites), John was mentally emptied out. The band had become a trap for him. I had to wonder if John had suffered a nervous breakdown. Still, there are great albums to come, but the drifting apart between John and Paul has begun. Enter Yoko Ono.
Yoko didn't end the Beatles, and Norman is correct in asserting this. He even has a quote from Ringo somewhat defending Yoko, saying that the things people hated Yoko for was really John being John. That seems a stretch. They did some weird and silly shit together, and I don't call it Art. On the other hand, Paul seems to have been somewhat oblivious to drifting apart, and gamely tries to hold the band together (my take, not Norman's). George, in the wings, feeling neglected, grew increasingly bitter and angry. This portrayal in particular surprised me. I had always liked the "quiet Beatle," but he comes across in Norman's book as a bit of an asshole. He even cheated with Ringo's wife.
Anyway, this is a long book, but a fast reading one. Where Norman strayed the most was in the post-Beatles period. John is portrayed as some sort bread baking saint and house husband. At one point Norman even likens John to Jesus as he counsels a troubled young man. Oh, come on. After John's murder, Norman recounts several visits with Yoko, which are really little more than basking in Johndom while they walk through the rooms of the Dakota. Counterpointing all of this fuzzy love is Norman's mean and viscous portrayal of McCartney. I nearly gave up at this point, but Norman adds a bit to weight to his bias when he recounts how McCartney tried to reverse the song-writing credits on some of the songs (Lennon-McCartney becoming McCartney - Lennon for "Yesterday"). That of course failed, but it does give a window into McCartney's potential pettiness. But in the world of rock & roll, that's small potatoes. On the other hand, Paul had proven a better friend to Lennon's first son Julian ("Hey, Jude") than John had ever been. Given the outstanding quality of McCartney's last few albums, maybe Norman should consider another edition with a different, better Paul.