Who cares if Johnny Cash made a pass at Rose when they were both young and obscure ? We've heard so many times on Larry King Live about Mr. Cash's pharmaceutical drug problem and we've seen the poster in which he gives the finger to music industry executives. But we never hear about him lusting after another woman besides June Carter, daughter of Maybelle Carter. Let's keep it that way. If the author wants to smear people, why isn't he straightforward about it ? He could start a new version of the National Enquirer based in Nashville.
Bravo to Mr. Whiteside for his stated goal of paying tribute to Ms. Maddox even if it warrants a minor publishing company and small bookstore and mail-order profits. But shame on him for including so much sensationalism. Who cares about Rose's husband walking all over her and undermining her self-confidence? Many women put up with that in the pre-feminist era.
Also, Mr. Whiteside rambles on so much about the music industry's avoidance of her name in the 70s, 80s and 90s that you wonder about his attitude. He sounds like a very intelligent person with contacts in his longtime home of Southern California who prefers talk to action. During all those years he worked on the book why didn't he do something to get Rose on a nationwide cable channel?
If he wanted to give her her due in American music history, he would have had to pick up the telephone, visit a certain restaurant and sell her to the right people. You get the feeling from his prose that he devoted all his energy to the book and then once it came out his attitude became "Buy my book" instead of "Would you like an excellent programming idea? You'd have a television monopoly on it."
Mr. Whiteside spent a lot of time with Rose, so he had to have known she wouldn't live to be ninety. He should have known his book wasn't nearly enough to get her on cable television, but his publishing deal evidently gave him a swelled head. He got his money, so why network with entertainment brokers like Joel Schumacher or Barry Levinson? What are they, phony or something? Lots of people are phony. By violating the non-phony Rose Maddox's privacy and dignity, Mr. Whiteside is doing the same stupid thing as those who profit from immortalized giants of yesteryear like Elvis, Hank Williams Sr., Frank Sinatra and Billie Holiday.
If a media blitz makes the music easily available to millions, then they can overlook the dirty gossip about personal problems. But if all one has is a book by Jonny Whiteside and an obscure CD that requires four weeks of shipping and handling, then one is forced to look at the dirt without hearing the sweet sounds.
The same problem surrounded Mr. Whiteside's earlier attempt to revive the singer and sex symbol Johnnie Ray as a milestone in American music history. Johnnie suffered even worse oblivion than Rose because he died five years before the Whiteside book hit the market. Mr. Whiteside interviewed this singer in 1989 more than once and sat on the project while Johnnie's health failed. Five years later bookstores offered an "alternative" account of homosexual sex connected with Johnnie's music that required four weeks of shipping and handling. That was late 1994 and 1995. Where is Johnnie's music in 2002? Still four weeks away. Translation: a few retirement villages.
When you make your next attempt at preservation, Mr. Whiteside, use your noggin. You seem to idolize aging talented people who can't think for themselves, promote themselves or get attached to "a Colonel Tom Parker." They embody the naivete and "Let sleeping dogs lie" attitude of White America in the 1950s. So you have to help them. Please do it better. I would if I could afford white skin, a home in Burbank and a car that endures freeways. My Internet access by itself does nothing.