Why are literary writers are still so addicted to Bob Dylan?
Not long ago, in my capacity as a literary editor, I was exchanging emails with the eminent Dylanologist Clinton Heylin. Heylin wanted to review a new biography of Bob Dylan and I was sceptical. Could there be anything more to say about Dylan? Haven’t those ashes, by now, been thoroughly raked? “There have been so many,” I complained. “You obviously know something I don’t,” Heylin replied with a steely good grace – because, needless to say, I knew, and he knew I knew, and I knew he knew I knew, the chances of me knowing something he didn’t on the subject were as slim as the ch...