Stephen Holden’s ‘Triple Platinum’ Is a Waste of Time

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41C12AK8cfL._SX331_BO1,204,203,200_Though it’s admittedly hard to stop turning the pages of Triple Platinum, it’s even harder to convince yourself that the effort isn’t a total waste of time. Granted, there are some funny moments in rock critic Stephen Holden’s music-business novel, where industry executives seem to do little but sniff coke, plot murders, and engage in kinky sex. But this sleazy potboiler, which bears almost no relationship to reality, has even less to do with good literature. If you’ve read Holden in Rolling Stone, you know that he can write; if you’ve read this, you know that—for the moment, at least—he’d rather make money.

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