This is not an easy book. The photos are diverse, from polaroids of Elliott goofing off to more polished stills that were used in the video for "Son of Sam" or cover art for Figure 8. More telling are the ones where deWilde dared and Elliott allowed her to get get closer, giving us the opportunity to be face to face and eye to eye with the man.
Tougher than looking into the blue glarestare of Elliott Smith is working through the interviews. I agree that this is for the passionate fan--this is not a rough sketch of his biography, nor does it bank on his tragic tug-of-wars with self-destruction. It does not skimp on details, but what you'll be learning is Elliott's fondness for clowns, his antics as his sister's personal hairdresser, what he requests he sent up on napkins nights Jon Brion was playing, the bar fights (yes, bar fights) he got into, his guilty pleasure artists and songs. This is the story of a person, not a persona. And as such, it relates directly back to the people talking and how he touched them. There are interviews with old friends, girlfriends, and roommates as well as one particularly moving conversation with his younger sister. These interviews, though adoring through sincere love of who he was and what he did and how that was important to everyone on a wide-spread but still entirely personal and individual scale, are not grandiose praises of the tortured artist. They are documents of memories and insightful, self-aware human reactions to somebody that we used to know: I hate you for leaving, I love you for being.
In the opening conversation between Beck and Chris Walla, they talk about the appeal of a series of photos because they tell a story. Not just the decisive moment, the perfect photo, but the collection. The book closes on a number of polaroids from various LA locations that Elliott had previously posed against. Seeing these places without him intensifies the loss, but it they are also the most vivid of the bunch. The colors crisp and bright, the lighting cheery--maybe he did get hold of that red balloon after all.