2.5 stars -- On the book jacket of the edition I am reading, Paul looks ready to punch the photographer, George looks disgusted, Ringo seems despondent and John looks as if he’s plotting something evil. This will give you a clue of what’s inside THE LOVE YOU MAKE, one of the most controversial Beatles biographies.
While some have painted it as a shag-a-minute scandal sheet, it isn’t really. That said, the writer peppers the pages with exasperating phrases such as “revealed here for the first time” and tries to recreate conversations and scenes he admittedly wasn’t within miles of. I don’t think Peter Brown wrote the book either, but rather suspect it was written almost entirely by his collaborator.
When a mistake jumped out at me within the first couple of pages, I knew right off the bat that other reviewers’ warnings of the large number of factual errors would hold true.
-The author describes John sitting in his sunroom at Kenwood, under a cabinet with a decal reading “MILK IS GOOD.” Photos of John’s sunroom are a dime a dozen, and the decal clearly reads “SAFE AS MILK.” (This was on page 2!)
-When George auditions for the group, we are told he played a song named “Ranchee” for them in a bar, and the other band members are unimpressed. Erm, actually, the song is called RAUNCHY, he played it on the top seats of a double-decker bus, and the guys are very impressed—this is recounted many times in interviews with the Beatles themselves!
-When John, George, and their wives are unwittingly dosed with LSD by the dentist, the author attributes the quote “you can sit by me only if you don’t talk,” to Pattie Harrison, when in actuality it was John who said that…once again, this is recounted in later interviews with John.
-When Brian Epstein dies while the Beatles are studying with the Maharishi, the author maintains that they responded with stupid and flippant quotes to the press. Did he see a different film than I have? What I see is a group of human beings who are profoundly shocked, staring and stuttering at the throng of reporters, as any of us would be upon hearing such awful news.
-The author messes up both the title and lyrics of Paul’s song “Too Many People.”
-The Yoko, Inc. story of John’s househusband phase is accepted without question. After the Lost Weekend, we are told, he never again touched drugs in favor of carting around a toddler and baking bread. According to John himself and just about everyone besides Yoko, this wasn’t the case.
-In a Dewey-defeats-Truman moment, the writer mocks Neil Aspinall’s work collecting Beatles archival footage as a “pathetic project.” This turned out to be the Beatles Anthology!
These are just everyday things I caught. I’m not an expert. I can’t tell you what Ringo had for breakfast on Jan. 3, 1967 like some folks seemingly can. There are no doubt many more mistakes that the Beatleologists have caught.
At the same time, some of the things that were probably scandalous at the book’s release have now been confirmed by others and passed into the canon of accepted fact, like that Yoko stalked John for months, trying to get his attention and art patronage before he began paying attention to her.
With such a mishmash of solid info and flights of fancy, the real shame in this book is that it’s so hard to separate the two. There’s a roaring fantastic Lennon quote from when the Beatles visit Greece—“What good is the Parthenon without LSD?” yet because of this book’s untrustworthy nature readers have no idea if it’s true or not. I also laughed out loud at Aunt Mimi snapping at George’s mother Louise, “You thing! We’d all have had lovely peaceful lives but for you encouraging them!” Yet once again, I have no idea if it’s real. The author can offer up a funny turn of phrase, too, such as “There was also more baggism [sic], in which [John and Yoko] appeared inside large canvas bags and made noises at public events.”
Is THE LOVE YOU MAKE mean to the Beatles? At times it indeed is, but it’s not the character smear offered up by some people like Goldman. I’d argue that it’s meaner to Brian Epstein, especially written as it was in a far more homophobic time.
Should Beatles fans read this book? Sure, but don’t make it the first or only Beatles book you read—get a good grip on the facts first. And be sure to take it all with a shovelful of salt, as well.