
Okay, unless you’re a hardcore ABBA fan, you can give Carl Magnus Palm’s detailed and extremely thorough biography, Bright Lights Dark Shadows: The Real Story of ABBA – a miss. I am a hardcore fan, so I persisted with all 554 pages.
My love affair with ABBA began at age six. My birthday was all planned when, two days before the party, I got the mumps. Socially devastating when you’re in prep! My dad repaired the disaster by buying me ABBA’s Arrival album and a bottle of Lucozade (“Because that’s what the Queen drinks when she’s sick.”). No party, but my new school friends came over frequently to dance to Arrival. Continue reading

