I didn't like this book for the same reason that I don't like most autobiographies. It was basically a list of names and books and movies and music and seemingly minor events that were of no interest to me as a casual fan. While he did do a good job "painting a picture" - describing the environment and the era and the mood - what he actually had to say was of very little interest to me, although it might be of more interest to a more hardcore fan.
I feel this way about almost every autobiography I read. Maybe I just shouldn't read them any more.
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