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from The New Yorker<\/a><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

The Book of Prince<\/h1>\n\n\n\n

Prince had grand plans for his autobiography, but only a few months to live.<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

By\u00a0Dan Piepenbring<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u201cFunk is the opposite of magic,\u201d Prince said. \u201cFunk is about rules.\u201d<\/em>
\u00a9 The Prince Estate<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

On January 29, 2016, Prince summoned me to his home,\u00a0Paisley Park<\/a>, to tell me about a book he wanted to write. He was looking for a collaborator. Paisley Park is in Chanhassen, Minnesota, about forty minutes southwest of Minneapolis. Prince treasured the privacy it afforded him. He once said, in an interview with Oprah Winfrey, that Minnesota is \u201cso cold it keeps the bad people out.\u201d Sure enough, when I landed, there was an entrenched layer of snow on the ground, and hardly anyone in sight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Prince\u2019s driver, Kim Pratt, picked me up at the airport in a black Cadillac Escalade. She was wearing a plastic diamond the size of a Ring Pop on her finger. \u201cSometimes you gotta femme it up,\u201d she said. She dropped me off at the Country Inn & Suites, an unremarkable chain hotel in Chanhassen that served as a de-facto substation for Paisley. I was \u201con call\u201d until further notice. A member of Prince\u2019s team later told me that, over the years, Prince had paid for enough rooms there to have bought the place four times over.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My agent had put me up for the job but hadn\u2019t refrained from telling me the obvious: at twenty-nine, I was extremely unlikely to get it. In my hotel room, I turned the television on. I turned the television off. I had a mint tea. I felt that I was joining a long and august line of people who\u2019d been made to wait by Prince, people who had sat in rooms in this same hotel, maybe in this very room, quietly freaking out just as I was quietly freaking out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A few weeks earlier, Prince had hosted editors from three publishing houses at Paisley, and declared his intention to write a memoir called \u201cThe Beautiful Ones,\u201d after one of the most naked, aching songs in his catalogue. For as far back as he could remember, he told the group, he\u2019d written music to imagine\u2014and reimagine\u2014himself. Being an artist was a constant evolution. Early on, he\u2019d recognized the inherent mystery of this process. \u201c\u00a0\u2018Mystery\u2019 is a word for a reason,\u201d he\u2019d said. \u201cIt has a purpose.\u201d The right book would add new layers to his mystery even as it stripped others away. He offered only one formal guideline: it had to be the biggest music book of all time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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from The New Yorker The Book of Prince Prince had grand plans for his autobiography, but only a few months to live. By\u00a0Dan Piepenbring On January 29, 2016, Prince summoned me to his home,\u00a0Paisley Park, to tell me about a book he wanted to write. He was looking for a collaborator. Paisley Park is in […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":26,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[3,4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10150","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-culture-art","category-literary-news"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/bigjimindustries.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10150","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/bigjimindustries.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/bigjimindustries.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bigjimindustries.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/26"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bigjimindustries.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=10150"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/bigjimindustries.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10150\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bigjimindustries.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=10150"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bigjimindustries.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=10150"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bigjimindustries.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=10150"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}