Vulture has published an excerpt from Paul's new book, which is due out Nov. 4.
Here's a bit of it:
The strangest rumor started floating around just as the Beatles were breaking up — that I was dead.
We had heard the rumor long before, but suddenly, in that autumn of 1969, stirred up by a DJ in America, it took on a force all its own, so that millions of fans around the world believed I was actually gone.
At one point, I turned to my new wife and asked, “Linda, how can I possibly be dead?” She smiled as she held our new baby, Mary, as aware of the power of gossip and the absurdity of these ridiculous newspaper headlines as I was. But she did point out that we had beaten a hasty retreat from London to this remote farm up in Scotland, precisely to get away from the kind of malevolent talk that was bringing the Beatles down.
But now that over a half-century has passed since those truly crazy times, I’m beginning to think that the rumors were more accurate than one might have thought at the time. In so many ways, I was dead … a 27-year-old about-to-become-ex-Beatle, drowning in a sea of legal and personal rows that were sapping my energy, in need of a complete life makeover. Would I ever be able to move on from what had been an amazing decade? I thought. Would I be able to surmount the crises that seemed to be exploding daily?
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