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Bonoartist, activist, and the lead singer of Irish rock band U2has written a memoir: honest and irreverent, intimate and profound, Surrender is the story of the remarkable life hes lived, the challenges hes faced, and the friends and family who have shaped and sustained him.When I started to write this book, I was hoping to draw in detail what Id previously only sketched in songs. The people, places, and possibilities in my life. Surrender is a word freighted with meaning for me. Growing up in Ireland in the seventies with my fists up (musically speaking), it was not a natural concept. A word I only circled until I gathered my thoughts for the book. I am still grappling with this most humbling of commands. In the band, in my marriage, in my faith, in my life as an activist. Surrender is the story of one pilgrims lack of progress ... With a fair amount of fun along the way. BonoAs one of the music worlds most iconic artists and the cofounder of the organizations ONE and (RED), Bonos career has been written about extensively. But in Surrender, its Bono who picks up the pen, writing for the first time about his remarkable life and those he has shared it with. In his unique voice, Bono takes us from his early days growing up in Dublin, including the sudden loss of his mother when he was fourteen, to U2s unlikely journey to become one of the worlds most influential rock bands, to his more than twenty years of activism dedicated to the fight against AIDS and extreme poverty. Writing with candor, self-reflection, and humor, Bono opens the aperture on his lifeand the family, friends, and faith that have sustained, challenged, and shaped him.Surrenders subtitle, 40 Songs, One Story, is a nod to the books forty chapters, which are each named after a U2 song. Bono has also created forty original drawings for Surrender, which appear throughout the book.

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THIS IS A BORZOI BOOK PUBLISHED BY ALFRED A KNOPF Copyright 2022 by Bono All - photo 1
THIS IS A BORZOI BOOK PUBLISHED BY ALFRED A KNOPF Copyright 2022 by Bono All - photo 2

THIS IS A BORZOI BOOK

PUBLISHED BY ALFRED A. KNOPF

Copyright 2022 by Bono

All rights reserved. Published in the United States by Alfred A. Knopf, a division of Penguin Random House LLC, New York, and distributed in Canada by Penguin Random House Canada Limited, Toronto.

www.aaknopf.com

Knopf, Borzoi Books, and the colophon are registered trademarks of Penguin Random House LLC.

constitute an extension of the copyright page.

Library of Congress Control Number: 2022938826

ISBN9780525521044 (hardcover)

ISBN9780525521051 (ebook)

Drawings by Bono

Creative design by Bono with Gavin Friday

Cover photograph Anton Corbijn

Cover design by Bono, Gavin Friday, and Shaughn McGrath

Author photograph John Hewson

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For Ali

I hear the ancient footsteps like the motion of the sea

Sometimes I turn, theres someone there, at times its only me.

Bob Dylan, Every Grain of Sand

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PART I I cant change the world but I can change the world in me SFX Theatre - photo 3
PART I

I cant change the world but I can change the world in me.

SFX Theatre, Dublin, December 1982

1

Lights of Home

I shouldnt be here cause I should be dead

I can see the lights in front of me

I believe my best days are ahead

I can see the lights in front of me.

I was born with an eccentric heart In one of the chambers of my heart where - photo 4

I was born with an eccentric heart. In one of the chambers of my heart, where most people have three doors, I have two. Two swinging doors, which at Christmas 2016 were coming off their hinges. The aorta is your main artery, your lifeline, carrying the blood oxygenated by your lungs, and becoming your life. But we have discovered that my aorta has been stressed over time and developed a blister. A blister thats about to burst, which would put me in the next life faster than I can make an emergency call. Faster than I can say goodbye to this life.

So, here I am. Mount Sinai Hospital. New York City.

Looking down on myself from above with the arc lights reflecting on the stainless steel. Im thinking the light is harder than the steel counter Im lying on. My body feels separate from me. It is soft flesh and hard bone.

Its not a dream or vision, but it feels as if Im being sawn in half by a magician. This eccentric heart has been frozen.

Some remodeling needs to take place apart from all this hot blood swirling around and making a mess, which blood tends to do when its not keeping you alive.

Blood and air.

Blood and guts.

Blood and brains are whats required right now, if Im to continue to sing my life and live it. My blood.

The brains and the hands of the magician who is standing over me and can turn a really bad day into a really good one with the right strategy and execution.

Nerves of steel and blades of steel.

Now this man is climbing up and onto my chest, wielding his blade with the combined forces of science and butchery. The forces required to break and enter someones heart. The magic that is medicine.

I know its not going to feel like a good day when I wake up after these eight hours of surgery, but I also know that waking up is better than the alternative.

Even if I cant breathe and feel as if I am suffocating. Even if Im desperately drawing for air and cant find any.

Even if Im hallucinating, cause Im seeing visions now and its all getting a little William Blake.

Im so cold. I need to be beside you, I need your warmth, I need your loveliness. Im dressed for winter. I have big boots on in bed, but Im freezing to death.

I am dreaming.

I am in a scene from some movie where the life is draining out of the actor in the lead role. In the last moments of his life he is vexed and questioning his great love.

Why are you going? Dont leave me!

Im right here, his lover reminds him. I havent moved.

What? Its not you leaving? Am I the one walking away? Why am I walking away? I dont want to leave you. Please, dont let me leave.

There are some dirty little secrets about success that Im just waking up to. And from.

Success as an outworking of dysfunction, an excuse for obsessive-compulsive tendencies.

Success as a reward for really, really hard work, which may be obscuring some kind of neurosis.

Success should come with a health warningfor the workaholic and for those around them.

Success may be propelled by some unfair advantage or circumstance. If not privilege, then a gift, a talent, or some other form of inherited wealth.

But hard work also hides behind some of these doors.

I always thought mine was a gift for finding top-line melody not just in music but in politics, in commerce, and in the world of ideas in general.

Where others would hear harmony or counterpoint, I was better at finding the top line in the room, the hook, the clear thought. Probably because I had to sing it or sell it.


But now I see that my advantage was something more prosaic, more base. Mine was a genetic advantage, the gift ofair.

Thats right.

Air.

Your man has a lot of firepower in that war chest of his.

Thats the man who sawed through my breastbone speaking to my wife and next of kin, Ali, after the operation.

We needed extra-strong wire to sew him up. Hes probably at about 130 percent of normal lung capacity for his age.

He doesnt use the word freak, but Ali tells me she has started thinking of me as the Man from Atlantis, from that 1970s sci-fi series about an amphibian detective.

David Adams, the man I will owe my life to, the surgeon-magician, speaks with a southern twang, and in my heightened Blakean state I begin to confuse him with the crazed villain of The Texas Chain Saw Massacre. I overhear him asking Ali about tenors, who are not known to run around a stage hitting high notes.

Arent tenors supposed to stand with two legs apart, firmly rooted in the ground, before even considering a top C?

Yes, I say, without opening my mouth and before the drugs wear off. A tenor has to turn his head into a sound box and his body into a bellows to make those glasses smash.

I, on the other hand, have been racing around arenas and sprinting through stadiums for thirty years singing Pride (In the Name of Love), the high A or B depending on the year.

In the 1980s the stylish English songster Robert Palmer stopped Adam Clayton to plead with him. Will you ever get your singer to sing a few steps lower. Hell make it easier on himself, and all of us who have to listen.

Air is stamina.

Air is the confidence to take on big challenges or big opponents.

Air is not the will to conquer whatever Everest you will encounter in your life, but it is the ability to endure the climb.

Air is what you need on any north face.

Air is what gives a small kid on a playground the belief that he wont be bullied, or if he is, that the bully will have the air knocked out of him.

And here I am now without it, for the first time.

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