For those of us who consumed Just Kids with the enthusiasm that we usually reserve for a bowl of spaghetti, I can promise that you will not be disappointed by Smith’s latest memoir. M Train is a powerful book that documents an undeniably isolated period in the life of one of the most remarkable multi-platform artists at work today. The timeline shifts fluidly between dreams and reality, past and present, and across a landscape of creative aspirations and inspirations. We are taken on a journey to Kahlo’s Casa Azul in Mexico; to a meeting of an Arctic explorer’s society in Berlin; to a ramshackle seaside bungalow in New York’s Far Rockaway; and to the graves of the great Plath, Rimbaud and Mishima. M Train braids despair with hope and consolation with the memories of Smith’s later life in Michigan and the irremediable loss of her husband, Fred Sonic Smith. The episode where Smith arrives at her local coffee shop to find another customer in her regular seat and states that “if this were an episode of Midsomer Murders she would surely be found strangled in a wild ravine behind an abandoned vicarage” is just one reason why I highly recommend this book.