“Do you like her?” I said, pointing to Courtney. “I like her music. And I think she’s interesting—the subversive feminism and slut-diva image stuff. And her music is legit. Live Through This will stand the test of time. I mean, ‘Doll Parts’? ‘Violet’? Pretty brilliant stuff. But she’s a mess,” Conrad said, backing out of the lot. “I feel sorry for her…” “Because she’s a single parent?” I asked, singularly focused. “Because the man she loved blew his brains out…”
