Notes by the way Book

Is it possible to actually pine for a time you've not really experienced, but feel you would have slotted right into? Back in the 70s, I wasn't even a love letter (according to my dad), and yet reading this book makes me look back in wistful regret. Onto what, I'm not entirely sure.

Be it glorification of a past that may not have been all that groovy, this collection of essays and stories brilliantly encompasses the spirit of an epoch that dwindled long ago. Back when journalism used to be all about experience and investigation, back when we didn't simply resort to selfies, listicles and minute-to-minute accounts of Kim Kardashian's life. Back when it was interesting to meet the hidden musicians in the heart of Africa, launch your own murder inquiry, or simply say what was on your mind about hot topics such as hallucinogenic drugs, Jerry Lee Lewis' deranged behaviour or a trip to Vegas that went off the rails into Bat County.

Now please excuse me while I go invent a time machine.