That famous Philip Larkin quote people reach for whenever they wish to convey just how detrimental parents can be towards their children reaches some kind of zenith here in Moon Unit Zappa’s extraordinary family memoir. This is a book that frequently takes the breath from the lungs, and leaves the reader with the conviction that Zappa’s complicated clan must surely have been among America’s most dysfunctional.
Even those of us who know precious little about Frank Zappa seem somehow to know the basics: avant-garde 60s/70s rock star, routinely hailed a visionary and a genius; hair, nose, moustache. In Earth to Moon, real-life Zappa is a spectral figure whose attention span stretches only to his own proclivities, while his wife, Gail, is required to deal with everything else. Together, Zappa and Gail would have four children: Moon Unit, Dweezil, Ahmet and Diva. Their oldest was given the middle name of Unit because Zappa believed that her arrival would bond them all for ever. Not so. Zappa was a rock star, after all, and had a reputation to perpetuate. There was art to create, and many women to sleep with. Briefly, there was one who lived within the family home, in the basement.
