Title: One of the best Stones books. Period.
Review: This is an autobiographical reminiscence by the man who lived in the same dingy rooms as Keith Richards, Mick Jagger and Brian Jones as they successfully clawed their way to the big time, and who then found himself drifting further from the center of the storm as it swirled wider and more fiercely. This is not just another fluffed-up, hanger-on-tells-his-five-stories Stones books: it's refreshingly free of the usual self-aggrandizement seeping out from these projects; it doesn't insult anyone's intelligence by trying to infuse the goings-on with metaphysical significance and pathos; and it's a devastatingly funny read to boot. A valuable and unsentimental portrait of the very last days of the Stones' existence as normal anonymous folk.
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