If Carl Wilson hadn’t mentioned Elliott Smith in his book
about Celine Dion (reviewed here), I don’t think Let’s Talk About Love: A
Journey to the End of Taste would have made such an impact on me. I spend about
one paragraph of the review hinting at the emotional ton of bricks Wilson’s book heaved upon
“Those who bemoan it [naked inspiration and catharsis in
popular music] aren’t necessarily averse to emotion - the artifacts of indie culture are, by
and large, quite sensitive - but they recoil at seeing it laid bare.