Jennifer Bernard is a graduate of Harvard and a former news promo producer. The child of academics, she confounded her family by preferring romance novels to ... well, any other books. She left big city life for true love in Alaska, where she now lives with her husband and stepdaughters. She's no stranger to book success, as she also writes erotic novellas under a naughty secret name not to be mentioned at family gatherings.
" A story of art, identity, devotion, discovery, and love, the book
is [Smith's] first prose work...[it] conjures up the passionate
collaboration--as lovers, friends, soul mates, and creators--that
she and Mapplethorpe embarked on from the summer they met in
Brooklyn in 1967."--Elle
"[A] beautifully crafted love letter to [Robert
Mapplethorpe]...Smith transports readers to what seemed like
halcyon days for art and artists in New York...[a] tender and tough
memoir...[an] elegant eulogy."--Publishers Weekly (starred
review)
"[Just Kids] reminds us that innocence, utopian ideals, beauty and
revolt are enlightenment's guiding stars in the human journey. Her
book recalls, without blinking or faltering, a collective memory --
one that guides us through the present and into the
future."--Michael Stipe, Time magazine
"[JUST KIDS] is funny and sad but always exhilarating."--Tampa
Tribune
"[JUST KIDS] offers a revealing account of the fears and
insecurities harbored by even the most incendiary artists, as well
as their capacity for reverence and tenderness."--USA Today
"A heartbreakingly sweet recollection of just that sort of vanished
Bohemian life...Just as [Smith] stands out as an artiste in a
movement based on collectivism, her singular voice gleams among
rock memoirs as a work of literature."--Boston Globe
"A moving portrait of the artist as a young woman, and a vibrant
profile of Smith's onetime boyfriend and lifelong muse, Robert
Mapplethorpe, who died of AIDS in 1989...JUST KIDS is ultimately a
wonderful portal into the dawn of Smith's art."--Los Angeles
Times
"A remarkable book --sweet and charming and many other words you
wouldn't expect to apply to a punk-rock icon."--Newsday
"A revelation. In a spellbinding memoir as notable for its
restraint as for its lucidity, its wit as well as its grace, Smith
tells the story of how she and Robert Mapplethorpe found each
other... beautifully crafted, vivid, and indelible."--Booklist
"A shockingly beautiful book...a classic, a romance about becoming
an artist in the city, written in a spare, simple style of boyhood
memoirs like Frank Conroy's 'Stop Time.'"--New York Magazine
"A spellbinding portrait of bohemian New York in the late 1960s and
early '70s."--New York Times Book Review, Paperback Row
"A touching tale of love and devotion."--Associated Press
"An utterly charming, captivating, intimate portrait of a late
1960s and early 1970s period of intense artistic ferment in
downtown Manhattan significantly shaped and keenly observed by rock
firebrand Smith."--Philadelphia Inquirer
"Astonishing on many levels, most notably for Smith's lapidary
prose....[JUST KIDS] is simply one of the best memoirs to be
published in recent years: inspiring, sad, wise and beautifully
written."--San Francisco Chronicle
"Captivating....a poignant requiem...and a radiant celebration of
life. Grade: A."--Entertainment Weekly
"Composed of incandescent sentences more revelatory than anything
from Patti Smith's poems or songs, her romantic memoir also reveals
what blunt narrative instruments the earlier career bios of her and
photographer Robert Mapplethorpe have been."--Village Voice, Best
Books of 2010 Round-Up
"Deeply affecting...a vivid portrayal of a bygone New York that
could support a countercultural artistic firmament...the power of
this book comes from [Smith's] ability to recall lucid memories in
straightforward prose."--BookForum
"Funny, fascinating, oddly tender."--O, The Oprah Magazine
"In the end, [JUST KIDS is] not just an ode to Mapplethorpe, but a
love letter to New York City's '70s art scene itself."--Time Out
New York
"Just Kids shows how Smith integrated the romance of her
twenty-year friendship with Mapplethorpe with her historical
preoccupations, elevating them to an almost sacred status. The
past, for Smith, has always driven her life forward. If only we
could all be so free-spirited."--The Rumpus
"JUST KIDS describes [Smith and Mapplethorpe's] ascent with a
forthright sweetness that will ring true to anyone who knows her
work."--Bloomberg.com
"More than 30 years after its release, Horses still has the power
to shock and inspire young musicians to express themselves with
unbridled passion. Now she brings the same raw, lyrical quality to
her first book of prose."--Clive Davis, Vanity Fair
"One of the best books ever written on becoming an artist...Jesus
may have died for somebody's sins, but Patti Smith lives and writes
and sings for all of us."--Washington Post
"One of the best things I've ever read in my life."--Don Imus
"Patti Smith's memoir of her youth with Robert Mapplethorpe
testifies to a rare and ferocious innocence...'Just Kids' is a book
utterly lacking in irony or sophisticated cynicism."--Salon.com
"Patti Smith's telling of the years she spent with Robert
Mapplethorpe is full of optimism sprinkled with humor...JUST
KIDS...is sorely lacking in irony or cynicism; Smith's worldview is
infectious. She's a jumble of influences, but that's part of her
charm."--Austin American-Statesman
"Poetically written and vividly remembered. [Smith] reminded me of
the idealism of art."--Matthew Weiner, creator of MAD MEN, in New
York magazine
"Reading rocker Smith's account of her relationship with
photographer Robert Mapplethorpe, it's hard not to believe in fate.
How else to explain the chance encounter that threw them together,
allowing both to blossom? Quirky and spellbinding."--People, Top 10
Books of 2010
"Remarkable, evocative... JUST KIDS is more than just a gift to
[Smith's] ex-lover; it's a gift to everyone who has ever been
touched by their art, and to everyone who's ever been in love. Like
the best of Smith's music and Mapplethorpe's art, this book is
haunting and unforgettable."--NPR Boston
"Riveting and exquisitely crafted."--Kirkus Reviews (starred
review)
"Smith lovingly depicts the denizens of the Chelsea Hotel - is that
Janis Joplin at the bar? - and the rock club CBGB, all the while
pondering how to be an uncompromising artist who nonetheless needs
to pay the rent."--Boston Globe
"Smith's beautifully crafted love letter to her friend Robert
Mapplethorpe functions as a memento mori of a relationship fueled
by passion for art and writing. Her elegant eulogy lays bare the
chaos and the creativity so embedded in that earlier time and in
Mapplethorpe's life and work."--Publishers Weekly, Top Ten Books of
the Year
"Smith's writing about her early days with Mapplethorpe is fervid
and incantatory but never falls into incoherence."--The Oregonian
(Portland)
"Sometimes there is justice in the world. That was my first thought
when I heard that Patti Smith had won the National Book Award this
fall for her glorious memoir, Just Kids."--Maureen Corrigan's
favorite books of 2010, NPR's Fresh Air
"Terrifically evocative and splendidly titled...the most
spellbinding and diverting portrait of funky-but-chic New York in
the late '60s and early '70s that any alumnus has committed to
print....This enchanting book is a reminder that not all youthful
vainglory is silly; sometimes it's preparation."--New York Times
Book Review
"The most compelling memoir by a rock artist since Bob Dylan's
'Chronicles: Volume One, ' written with intimacy and
grace...."--Chicago Tribune
"The most enchantingly evocative memoir of funky-but-chic New York
in the late 1960s and early 1970s that any alumnus has yet
committed to print."--Janet Maslin's top 10 books of 2010, New York
Times
"To read JUST KIDS is to be struck by how powerfully the two,
especially Smith, believed in the power of art....Despite her
music's angry clamor, despite his sometimes revolting images, Smith
and Mapplethorpe retain, in her telling, a primal, childlike
innocence."--Dallas Morning News
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