I read the excerpt in Newsweek or some magazine. I like Dylan songs and recordings quite a bit, but found the excerpt repetitive, dull, and self-serving in a peculiar and suspicious way. I'm sorry to hear of his extreme loss of privacy, but since I've never stalked him or taken undue interest in him beyond his public work, never thought of him as a prophet, or even quite what I'd call a serious poet either, I get tired of this rant. The only reason I'd be interested in reading it seems to be if I had an undue interest in his personal life. That's pretty odd.

His formulation of art was very simple and apt, and there were some fun observations here and there, but I simply do not believe it was his real dream to live a white-picket fence anonymous life with his beloved family, because nearly everything he says about it is very uncharacteristically cliche' stuff you feel you've heard before. It's perfectly possible to make vivid observations about family life without invading it, especially if you have a tremendous gift for doing things like that.

There's something really funky about that ramble, even with the flashes of interest. It was too dull to make me want to read more.