Book Review: “Who Is That Man? In Search of the Real Bob Dylan”

Millions of words have been written about Bob Dylan since his first appearance in New York City in 1961. Some of those words were damning as befits any person of unique and singular talent. After all, by breaking new ground and setting new standards, they alienate those who wish for the status quo. Many more words written about Dylan have been in praise of the man, his talent, vision, and influence on the world in which we all live.

Now David Dalton has added a new volume to the pantheon of books on the subject of Bob Dylan, the man, his influence, and his art. The book, entitled “Who Is That Man?:In Search of the Real Bob Dylan,” published by Hyperion, will be released on April 24, 2012. As a long-time Dylan fan, I had the honor of being given an advance copy to review.

This unsophisticated boy raised on the iron ore range of northern Minnesota came to be known as “the quintessential New York hipster.” That gangly, sallow, almost sickly waif, chain smoking cigarettes, and nervously tapping his foot to some unheard rhythm playing in his head, soon became the poet laureate of his generation.

Not just that, but also one of the most influential people of the twentieth century, through his words, his music, his style, and the mystery of exactly who and what he was, and who he would become. He will arguably be remembered in the hushed and revered halls of poetry, music, and cultural icons along side of Milton, Donne, Emerson, Whitman, and probably even Shakespeare. As much as any of them he changed the language, the perceptions, and the actual world around him simply by moving through it with a different vision than had been seen before.

Bobby Zimmerman came out of the bleak Minnesota iron range country of Hibbing, a monochromatic town in a black and white world. Easy-listening music and crooners populated much of the radio dial, harking back to an earlier age in taste and style. Gritty Delta blues could be heard through the static on a good night. Rock and roll was still thought of as a flash in the pan, and country was music for small town rubes and backwoods dwellers.

Then in the late fifties folk music made a big revival with acts like The Kingston Trio, Odetta, and Pete Seeger, and TV shows like “Hootenanny.” And suddenly that kid from Hibbing, calling himself Bob Dylan began learning traditional folk songs, writing songs of his own, and singing them all like no one had ever done before. “Blowin’ in the Wind,” “The Times They Are a’Changin’”, “Mr. Tambourine Man,” and more.

Much of Dylan’s early work gave rise to the sub genre of folk that came to be known as “protest music,” and Dylan was the crown prince of protest, even as he rejected the title. But soon, Dylan turned up the color dial and the monochrome slid away. He began to write songs filled with imagery, tunes, dream sequences, and word play, and vocal inflection that changed the world, not just of music, but the world itself.

It is into that world that David Dalton takes the reader. From the middle-class Bobby Zimmerman to the twenty year old folk-singing hobo named Bob Dylan, to the enigmatic pied piper who mystified and enthralled those who would hear his words and see his vision. Dalton takes us from those traditional sounding folk songs that rolled off Dylan’s tongue with such ease and poignancy, to the marriage of surreal imagery and wrenching emotion with lyrics that can truly be called poetry.

As Dalton writes about the early period of the Dylan mystique, when he first came to New York and went to the head of the line of folk music hopefuls waiting to be the next phenom: “They didn’t know it then, but it was Bob they were waiting for. He’s the mysterious stranger who rolls into town and blows everybody’s minds, the rainmaker, the seventh son of the seventh son, the self-created mojo man, who with every breath he takes, whispers, ‘I’m your Hoochie Coochie Man; everybody knows I am.’”

Dalton has the good sense to dwell at some length on the drama inherent in that narrative arc and serves up a panoramic tale, interspersed with tidbits and analysis of the music and its impact, almost as much as he does about the man.

Part of what set Dylan apart, according to Dalton, and he’s correct in his assessment, is his use of words. Rock and roll had never been about the words in a song. Very few told a story, or gave us a specific point of view, or made us listen to what the singer was verbalizing. Dylan changed that. Like Dalton writes: “Words were the message, the book, but the primary instinct of rock had been essentially nonverbal.”

He goes on to say: “Lyrics were Dylan’s way of turning the tables. He was competing with three major bands – the Beatles, the Stones, and the Beach Boys – and the only way he could do it was with the power of his language….It tilted the nature of rock. You had John Lennon saying, ‘I don’t want to be Neil Sedaka anymore, I want to be Bob Dylan!’”

This book builds the bridge between the waif-like Woody Guthrie clone who blew into NYC with a rag-tag wardrobe and an acoustic guitar, and the amphetamine-fueled mercurial Rimbaud rock and roll poet who invented a new way of writing, singing, and thinking.

There’s a line from “No Time to Think” by Dylan, that I think describes him and what he does, very well:
“Paradise, sacrifice, mortality, reality
But the magician is quicker and his game
Is much thicker than blood and blacker than ink
And there’s no time to think.”

Whether Dylan is that magician or the tightrope walker in the back alley of “Desolation Row,” he is constantly shape shifting, calling up another spell with which to mesmerize the audience into thinking he’s not there. He performs sleight-of-hand tricks right before our eyes, and while we understand that we’ve been fooled, we can’t help but to wait breathlessly for the next illusion. And then we realize as the crowd shuffles out, that maybe Dylan’s been an illusion to everyone all along, that magician who gives us no time to think.

In his attempt to shed light into some of the dark corners of who and what Dylan really is, Dalton offers less a straight biography than an inspired, imaginative investigation into Dylan’s many sides. The author sifts the songs for real-life clues and tackles certain aspects of the Dylan story that have long been a source of controversy.

As Dalton notes early on in the book, if you’re going to understand Dylan, you need to recognize that everything is mutable in his world, and often inverted, and then writes: “His fabrications are the most profound, interesting, and authentic part of his personality.”

Although the book ends in a bit of a limbo, this compelling attempt to read a half-century’s worth of shape-shifting and re-invention from an actual living legend strikes a good balance between admiration and skepticism.

Product Details
ISBN-13: 9781401323394
Publisher: Hyperion
Publication date: 4/24/2012
Pages: 400

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13 comments on “Book Review: “Who Is That Man? In Search of the Real Bob Dylan”

  1. Tom LaBelle says:

    I think it is quite evident that Bob Dylan is Robert Zimmerman’s greatest creation and that Robert or Bob is an amazing genius of our times. Where did it come from? From his amazing, pattern making brain which is capable of taking it all in, reassembling it all and putting forth something new, incredibly interesting and entertaining. I, personally, thank God for Bob Dylan one of His greatest creations.

  2. Genoa Slash says:

    what a stupid poorly written review

  3. Genoa Slash says:

    I’m sorry for my outburst. A stupid review of your review.

    • bhypes says:

      No apology necessary. If you don’t like something I’ve posted then I would suggest you not read the blog. Just having you go elsewhere will be apology enough.
      Bob

  4. jzsnake says:

    I guess there is something wrong with me cause I thought is was a great article.

    • bhypes says:

      Thank you. I don’t claim that it’s a great article, only that it represents my viewpoint as a Dylan fan since 1962. Maybe I’m just too old to know what good is any more.
      Bob

  5. I was alone with Dylan the day he made the video of Political World. He was kind of quiet and a bit crummy looking.I don’t think he’s a genius nor does he. But he’s very bright. He’s an astute business man. I think most of pop rock music is seriously over rated. But I love Dylan.

    • bhypes says:

      No offense, but how could you have been alone with Dylan when he was on a video shoot which requires scores of sound techs, videographers, etc.? I’m not saying you weren’t, but it does stretch the meaning of the word, “credible.”
      Bob

  6. jan says:

    The article was very well written. You are obviously not “to old”, a youngster couldn’t write about Bob like you did. Thanks.

    • bhypes says:

      I appreciate your comments very much, thank you. I guess “too old” is only defined by how you think, feel, and act. While I try to think young, and act like a kid way too much, I feel older than I like sometimes.

      Bob

  7. Bev Freeman says:

    The so-called shape shifting and whatever else people want to ascribe to Dylan, in trying to understand him – is really just about his imagination, a process unfolding over a lifetime. I say thank God for that too. What a gift to the world.

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