A sufficiently good read for backstage in between scenes, but not one of Vowell's strongest works. She draws a distinction between "whiny" and "the funnier puissance of 'cranky'" (p. 205) that eludes me. It's an interesting concept, yet perhaps a bit too nuanced for me to fully grasp.
Subtitled "A Listener's Diary," the book charts her radio listening and other activities from New Year's Eve 1994 to the following NYE. Although she visits some surprising, interesting places (most notably, Walter De Maria's Lightning Field), Vowell seems to have found little more to listen to in Chicago than public radio, Limbaugh talk radio, rock and roll, and rock and roll talk radio. This limited range of radio listening options in a big city like Chicago is somewhat unexpected.
Some copy editing and fact checking is in order. She misidentifies the East Building of Washington's National Gallery of Art and gets the title wrong of the oft-maligned hit single by the Spin Doctors. These errors, while perhaps minor, do detract from the overall credibility of the work.
Her complaints about public radio verge on the juvenile ("some boring jazz guitar guy introduces a piece he wrote... [that] goes plink, plink, chord; plink, plink, chord." [p. 48]). However, she also comes to its defense, quite succinctly: "... a radio is not a newspaper with speakers. NPR, in its finest moments, remembers this, and sets aside its gutless goal of competence, giving us the loud and quite of the world." (p. 74). Her views on public radio are thus a bit of a mixed bag, with both criticism and praise.