I'm happy that people are still saying nice things about Joe Pernice's book, 18 months after it came out. This is a clip from a recent review in http://www.bookslut.com which sums it up pretty well. (And watch this space for the possible movie adaptation of Joe's book...)
Pernice’s novella touches on all the fundamentals of the coming-of-age tale: first (unrequited) love, religion, conflict with parents (including a mother who maddeningly, and touchingly, can never get her head around the idea that The Smiths are not, in fact, a clutch of siblings born to a Mr. and Mrs. Smith), battling to survive in school, charmless experiments with booze and fags and drugs, and falling short of your own arbitrary ideals (knowing that meat is murder doesn’t help the narrator with the fact that he “liked meat. A lot.”). But it all seems fresh, described with grimly funny clarity and precision.
Books by musicians, like books by comedians, are usually unlovely things. Even Nick Cave’s grotesque and compelling And the Ass Saw the Angel was an example of what George Orwell called "good bad books." However, this short, unassuming novella of 102 small pages captures more of youth, with all its painful, mad obsessions and enthusiasms, and all its longueurs, than any number of much longer books. If you’ve ever been young and in love with a band, you have to read Meat is Murder.