when Bruce Springsteen published his memoir Born to Run this fall, the response was overwhelming. There were magazine covers and television profiles, career retrospectives and seemingly constant media coverage, prompted, in no small part, by the fact that the 66-year-old Springsteen was performing some of the longest shows of his career, more than four hours a night.
The anticipation of the book, especially among Springsteen’s fan base, had a unique tenor, a different sort of excitement than that which accompanied, say, the publication of Bob Dylan’s Chronicles Volume One and Keith Richards’ A Life. It has little to do with popularity. Sure, Springsteen sells out arenas and stadiums around the world (and a limited book-signing–photo-op tour sold out in seconds), but so do The Rolling Stones, and, honestly, does anybody…
