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The Rich Man's Table Kindle Edition

3.5 3.5 out of 5 stars 8 ratings

A man’s impassioned search for his legendary rock star father becomes a journey of self-discovery in this masterful novel from bestselling author Scott Spencer

Billy Rothschild’s obsession with legendary ’60s folksinger Luke Fairchild could be considered fanatic, if not for the fact that Luke is actually Billy’s father. Raised by his beautiful, charismatic, former–flower child mother, Billy is a lost soul. Determined to learn something—anything—about his origins, he sets out on an illuminating quest to find and confront the father he always knew of but never knew.

Evocative and lyrical, The Rich Man’s Table is a moving portrait of a man seeking to connect to a lost past, and to build a new future for himself. This ebook features an illustrated biography of Scott Spencer, including rare photos from the author’s personal collection.
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Scott Spencer has not yet written the Great American Novel, but the stunning opening of Endless Love (which puts the Brooke Shields film version to shame) is a fair contender for the Great American First Chapter. A study of obsessive lust, it belongs just one shelf down from Lolita. And Spencer's 1995 Men in Black, about a downtrodden serious novelist who pens a trashy bestseller about space aliens, is by most accounts even funnier than the 1997 sci-fi comedy of the same name.

Now Spencer has written the Great American Novel About Bob Dylan. The Rich Man's Table calls Dylan Luke Fairchild, and it's narrated by his illegitimate son, Billy, obsessed with forcing Fairchild to acknowledge him. Now, the real Dylan's (legitimate) son is the bandleader of the Wallflowers, and his papa is clearly proud that both of them have hit albums (Bringing Down the Horse and Time Out of Mind, with tie-in paperbacks for both Bringing Down the Horse and Time Out of Mind).

Even so, Spencer's Luke Fairchild is a completely plausible, richly detailed portrait of the rock star Dylan might have been in a parallel world. "How did a shapeless Jewish kid from the Midwest become so famous, so beloved, so despised, so lonely, so pious, so drug-addicted, so vicious, so misunderstood, so overanalyzed?" wonders Billy, who proceeds to find out by interviewing everybody Luke ever knew. Young Luke (a "faintly girlish beauty") learns his trade from old blues singers and New York pinko folkies, spurns them for decadent rock, sings about an unjustly accused man who embarrassingly turns out to have been justly accused of murder, and ages badly. ("The mockery was gone ... his drugged-out eyes were no more expressive than olives.") Luke is high and mighty about being down-home and unpretentious, like Dylan who, when he was offered fine wine by the Beatles, demanded cheap wine instead (and guzzled the fine wine while waiting for the cheap to arrive by expensive courier).

So close is Luke to Dylan that much of Spencer's novel constitutes a clever criticism of Dylan's actual pretensions and achievements. Unlike the deranged Romeo who narrates Endless Love, Billy makes the object of his obsessive affections come to life as a character. To verify Luke's similarity to the real singer, check out Bob Dylan's only book, Tarantula.

Some readers will find the roman a clef aspect of The Rich Man's Table irritating, distracting. The book's defenders will have to excuse a plot as reedy as Luke's (and Bob's) singing voice. And Luke's song lyrics, while often good pastiche, are too obviously connected to the events in his life to be fully, incomprehensibly Dylanesque.

Even so, you've got to grant Spencer's emotional perfect pitch, especially when he's describing self-deception and self-loathing. He has a poet's eye and a wicked gift for metaphor. And while he takes his characters seriously, he is a merciless satirist of celebrity culture: One doctor Billy interviews tells him, "Luke didn't have much of a capacity for pain but then added, with an inside dopester's smirk, that he did, however, have a large capacity for painkillers." We will probably never have a real insider's portrait of Bob Dylan. But who needs it? The reality can't match Scott Spencer's imagination. --Tim Appelo

From Publishers Weekly

Spencer (Endless Love; Men in Black) has imagined a quintessential 1960s folk-rock superstar, Luke Fairchild, who seems to be a cross between Bob Dylan and Bruce Springsteen but has a following greater than either, and scrutinizes him both as cultural phenomenon and person. He is seen through the eyes of his seldom-acknowledged son, Billy Rothschild, the offspring of a liaison with beautiful left-wing hippie Esther when both seemed the essence of their breakaway generation in Greenwich Village in the early 1960s. Now it is 30 years later: Billy is a schoolteacher still tormented by the fame and elusiveness of his father; his mother lives in the country among old friends and quietly drinks her life away. Spencer writes perceptively of the burdens of colossal success; his picture of Luke, spoiled and selfish yet with a core of sweet uncertainty that makes him a magnet to millions, is subtle and unnerving. Most impressively, his ear for rock lyrics (he reproduces many of Luke's songs as he goes along) is unerring. Billy is less convincing, and the pretense that he is doing a book on his father is a rather awkward device as an excuse for his narrative. But the joyfully romantic excesses, as well as the pain and waste, of those far-off times are beautifully evoked and sure to bring a nostalgic tear to the eye of any aging hippie.
Copyright 1998 Reed Business Information, Inc.

Product details

  • ASIN ‏ : ‎ B00BBPW6X2
  • Publisher ‏ : ‎ Open Road Media (November 23, 2010)
  • Publication date ‏ : ‎ November 23, 2010
  • Language ‏ : ‎ English
  • File size ‏ : ‎ 3870 KB
  • Text-to-Speech ‏ : ‎ Enabled
  • Screen Reader ‏ : ‎ Supported
  • Enhanced typesetting ‏ : ‎ Enabled
  • X-Ray ‏ : ‎ Not Enabled
  • Word Wise ‏ : ‎ Enabled
  • Sticky notes ‏ : ‎ On Kindle Scribe
  • Print length ‏ : ‎ 253 pages
  • Customer Reviews:
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Scott Spencer was born in Washington, D.C., raised in Chicago, and now lives in upstate New York. He is the author of nine novels, including Endless Love, Waking the Dead, A Ship Made of Paper, and Willing. He has taught at the University of Iowa, Williams College, and Columbia University. His nonfiction has appeared in Rolling Stone, The New Yorker, O, Harper's, and The New York Times.

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Reviewed in the United States on October 22, 2013
ENDLESS LOVE was one of the best books I have ever read. He is always "a good read" and this his second best.
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Reviewed in the United States on August 19, 2015
"Endless Love" the first book I read by Scott Spencer, was excellent. I was hoping for more great writing but was sorely disappointed. The other three books I read by Mr. S, "Man in the Woods," "Waking the Dead" and "A Ship Made of Paper" were good, though not as brilliant as Endless Love.
But Rich Man's Table was a huge disappointment. I found it long winded, often boring because he goes off into tangents or lists many names of bands that covered the fictional song by the character Luke. I did not find much emotion; this was far below the quality of Endless Love.
I must disclose that I only read the first 100 of almost 300 pages (1/3 of the book) but had to put it down after that.
It's ironic that in the acknowledgements he thanks someone for helping him see that the first draft was very hard to follow. Even now it's hard to follow. Pity, because the premise of the novel had a lot of potential.
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Reviewed in the United States on August 19, 2013
Spencer somehow manages to avoid being cliche as he follows a compelling-yet-irritating young man on his quest to gain acknowledgment from his famous (also irritating) biological father.
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Reviewed in the United States on August 24, 2014
A nice Dylan fan read . Not Dylan.
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Reviewed in the United States on December 7, 1999
I read The Rich Man's Table by Scott Spencer with more than keen interest. Employing the fictional vehicle of a bastard son in search of his father, Mr. Spencer has written an imaginative novel obviously inspired by the Folk-Rock legend, Bob Dylan. The raw outlines of biographical event in Bob Dylan's career direct the presentation of his character, Luke Fairchild. Anyone who has ever wanted to have a sense of "who" Bob Dylan is will find more insight in The Rich Man's Table than in any biography of Bob Dylan I have ever read. But there is a larger venue here than imaginative insight into the person of Bob Dylan, this is also a novel about the character of genius and the hysteria of celebrity.
I think there is a misguided popular notion that the dynamically enabled and insightfully directed character of genius is virtually clairvoyant, nearly omniscient. The real brilliance of Mr. Spencer's novel is in its revelation of genius as something that quite simply is; that is, a force that is large, impressive, and dynamically persuasive but one that moves and forever alters the world more incidentally than knowingly. As Mr. Spencer writes: I was now one of those people who believed in the sympathetic magic of the well-meaning sentiment. And why not? What else do we have? The clenched fist eventually becomes crossed fingers. (Quality Paperback, p. 191)
Scott Spencer also paints a portrait of celebrity that is wonderfully experiential. The clamoring presence of lost souls and sycophants around Luke Fairchild makes the absurdity of such shameless adoration markedly visible. The oddity of celebrity becomes dramatically apparent and helps inform the richness of the novel.
However, the pleasure of the novel is spoiled as it nears its conclusion. It loses its impressiveness when it turns to the keenly improbable to realize its completion. The last several chapters reek of contrivance ruining the wonderful believability of the chapters preceding them. It's not that events could not have happened as they do, it's that they are highly unlikely. A national icon of far reaching resources would indeed have found a more capable means of handling a medical emergency than the plot affords. What was wonderfully alive becomes fancifully artificial. It is a shame, before its clumsy, concluding chapters, The Rich Man's Table was an accomplished, animated work.
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Gypsy Davey
1.0 out of 5 stars Listen to a Dylan album instead
Reviewed in the United Kingdom on April 22, 2012
I waited a week after finishing this book before I decided to review it, in the vain hope that on reflection I could think of something positive to say about it. Sadly I cannot. This is without doubt the most boring, tedious waste of time that it has ever been my misfortune to read. The plot is non-existent, the characters are facile, one-dimensional and stereotypical and the writing is at best juvenile and at worst insulting. The central character (Billy) is a self centered whining brat who thinks for some reason that the world owes him a living, instead of getting on with his own life. Luke, the father who he spends much of the book searching for is a misanthropic misogynist, who is if anything, more self-absorbed than Billy. Luke is supposedly the voice of a generation, a genius songwriter whose lyrics send the faithful into raptures of emotion. Many of these lyrics are quoted throughout the book, and quite frankly I can't see them moving anybody to anything except perhaps nausea.

The only reason I bought this book was because the character of Luke was reportedly based on Bob Dylan, who unlike Luke is a genius, and one who I have admired for decades. Indeed, Scott Spencer name checks Dylan in his acknowledgements, saying that Dylan's "...records kept me company through the thousands of hours I worked on this book." Two things here, firstly if he holds Dylan in such high regard then he should treat him with a great deal more respect than to fashion such a pathetic excuse for a songwriter after him, and secondly I find it hard to believe that he spent thousands of hours on such a piece of turgid rubbish.

This is the only Scott Spencer novel that I have read, I do not think I will bother with any more.
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