Ronson’s talent as a writer enables him to render this privilege, the background glamour, his awkward stumbles as well as successes, with a kind of wry, soft self-deprecation that is genuinely endearing ... Earnest ... The debauchery – of the best and worst kind – is alluded to rather than gratuitously revelled in ... A vivid social and cultural snapshot.
Endearing ... Ronson writes beautifully about the allure of the nightclub ... Entertaining, funny, and humble ... You don’t have to love dance music to enjoy this thoroughly charming memoir.
Mesmerizing ... Ronson’s account sometimes gets lost in nitty-gritty details of DJing, which will fly over the casual reader’s head, and pop fans might wish it touched on his work with Amy Winehouse or Lady Gaga, but the focus on music as a community-building force ultimately proves poignant. This wondrous snapshot of a bygone New York will make readers want to get out on the dance floor.
