You probably know Simon Napier-Bell as the manager of the Yardbirds. Or you may know him as the man who managed Marc Bolan, or Japan. You should definitely know him as the man who managed Wham! And if none of these rings a bell, maybe you’ll remember him as the man who co-wrote ‘You Don’t Have To Say You Love Me’ for Dusty Springfield.
You Don’t Have To Say You Love Me is one of the funniest books you will read and equally provoking. From his revelation that the entire music industry was motivated by sex, to an embarrassing come-on from a suicidal Brian Epstein, it’s all shocking stuff. But when you’re on the run from the German police with Marc Bolan, brothel-hopping with Keith Moon and generally living the life of Riley at the music industry’s expense, it would be a shame not to share those amazing experiences with the rest of the world, wouldn’t it?
Of all the great pop-music books written, it is worth savouring You Don’t Have To Say You Love Me for its brilliant sideways insight into one of the most exciting cultural periods Britain has ever seen.
