Just Kids by Patti Smith

read by the author

I’ve been meaning to read this ever since it was first published. I loved hearing it in Ms. Smith’s own voice—well, with respect, aside from her inability to pronounce the word “drawing” without inserting an “L” in the middle of it—in particular, hearing her echoing the loving tone in Robert Mapplethorpe’s voice when he teased her. I loved hearing how the two of them took care of each other, what their art meant to each of them and each other. If I’d known about them when I was a teenager I would have idolized them. As it is, I’ve developed a tremendous affection and respect for them both. I’m so glad I finally read this.