This book is a look into the life of a man who came from a life of privilege (his first car out of school was a jaguar). Using his family, and/or prep-school and “San Francisco elite” connections, he went on to create a successful publishing company becoming very rich in the process.

The name dropping is crazy and the ego is over-sized making it difficult to really like the author. He publishes issues about climate change while flying here, there and everywhere in his private plane…to concerts, to ski, to party with other rich and famous on their private islands, yachts, or second and third homes, etc. His written concerns over climate change do not compute with his actions.


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I had just finished Jann Wenner’s memoir when the news of his interview with The New York Times broke. I was six when Rolling Stone was first published and had a print subscription for a long time. I decided to read the book less because I interested in Wenner himself as I was in the time period and culture in which he created the magazine: the music, the people, the events. There were lots of good stories that fostered my own memories.

The memoir was long and seemed to drag at points. Wenner was clearly a proud man who likes being rich and well-known and dropping lots of names. It was very different from Elton John’s funny, often self-deprecating story of his own life that I read last year.

And then, just after I finished the book, the interview dropped where Wenner pushed back when asked why all the “masters” featured in his new book were white men. Women and people of color were not articulate enough; they weren’t the philosophers of rock and roll, according to Wenner. Seriously? The interviewer was shocked and mentioned a long list of musicians like Joni Mitchell and Stevie Wonder, all of whom Wenner brushed aside as not meeting the lofty criteria for his book.

And then came the real ugliness, the view into Wenner’s soul: he guessed he should have picked a woman and a black man so he could have avoided these kinds of questions even though they would not have measured up to all these amazing white men. Oh, FFS.

The rest of the interview isn’t much better: Wenner should be proud of his work, but his pride spills over into arrogance. He seems incapable of self-reflection.

The repercussions were swift. The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame that he co-founded kicked him off the board immediately, and a literary festival appearance was cancelled. After a day, the inevitable apology was offered. He spoke badly chosen words, he said, and accepted the consequences.

Craig Seymour, writing in The Guardian after the interview and the apology, reviewed the sexist, racist history of Rolling Stone and rock journalism in general, the not-so-secret history that Wenner “let slip” in the interview.

For me, it’s the apology that continues to wrankle. He is sorry he said what he said. Why? He made it clear in the interview that he knew exactly what he was saying. Even doubled down on it when the interviewer pressed him. So, why apologize? Why not be honest about how you feel, that you wrote the book so you got to choose, and you stand by your statements as horrible as they are. Because, I’ll be honest: I don’t think he is sorry. ( )

I never read a single issue of Rolling Stone magazine. I guess I was just unlucky. Having just enjoyed this fabulous story, I will manage to
Iive with the regret.
Wenner has written a huge story, in lots of short bits and pieces. It worked to keep me entertained and, every now and then, setting the book aside to check out Instagram, Wikipedia and friends, to fill in gaps (not in this book, but in me). ( )

Like a Rolling Stone by Jann S. Wenner is a 2022 Little, Brown, and Company publication.

Meh.

One would think I’d have been a fan of Rolling Stone magazine- but truth be told, I only occasionally picked up a copy, and knew next to nothing about the author before reading this memoir.

I found that, as is the danger of any memoir- but only a real risk if you are a huge fan- that I didn’t like the author, and this feeling only increased as I went along.

I did like some of the pop culture and history, but these parts were often rushed through- though I do understand there were decades of material to wade through, so brevity was occasionally required, especially with this type of presentation, but it poured cold water on any impact these vignettes might have had on the reader.

The book lacked that bittersweet feeling of nostalgia one might expect from looking back over all the history Rolling Stone was a part of- the impact it had on generations of music fans- and the social and political commentaries it was equally famous for. The author seemed to have matured in the reverse sometimes and his approach and tone was incredibly detached. If I’m being honest, I thought it was nearly mind-numbingly dull.

Overall, I wish I’d listened to my instincts and given this one a pass. ( )

Jann Wenner has written his memoir, but it's more the story of Rolling Stone magazine rather than of the man himself. He knows everybody, and is a great gossiper, dropping names constantly and telling little anecdotes of his encounters with his friends, employees, and acquaintances. He reveals scant details about his personal life other than in broad, general strokes. ( )