This book wasn't really for me, I have to say. Firstly, I conduct a choral society, and Bertalot, while touching on this aspect, writes mostly about church choirs. While there's still a lot to learm here about choir training, if you're like me you'll be skipping ahead through all the stuff about parish duties and training of boy trebles.
I really hated the "buddy movie" format, though. Too many words are wasted on the cosy and rather stilted relationship between the choir director and Bob. For example, the director suggests heating up some microwave meals for the two of them, but Bob insists on repaying his host's kindness by cooking some chicken stir fry. Yum yum. So they stop off at the supermarket to buy the ingredients, etc, etc. What was the point of all this? And the actual writing of the dialogue sections is amateurish in the extreme. Bob emerges as a cardboard cut-out whose main function is to gush in an unseemly fashion every time the choir director makes some pronouncement. "Wow!" says Bob about a thousand times. Maybe I'm just too British.
This really detracted from the genuine nuggets of wisdom contained in this book. Bertalot's reminscences about, for example, the great Boris Ord are fascinating.
It's impossible not to learn something from this book, but I had to dig for it.