I eagerly awaited this book, and read it voraciously. Clive Barker, as a man (the times we've met) and an artist (through his varied work and visions) has intrigued and interested me. I expected this book would hook me because of this, and whilst it was passionately well written by Mr Winter, I have to say that it doesn't really do much more than skim the surface of Barker's life. It's heavy number of pages are largely concerned with detailed synopses of Clive's films and books, which most fans will already by overly familiar with. I would have preferred more of the man himself, behind the myths as it were, though whether or not this lack of more intimate substance is because Barker is a private individual (in which case why allow a biography in the first place?) or because his life is consumed by his work (seemingly the more plausible explanation) isn't distinctly clear. With reference to the latter reason, the personal information tellingly starts thinning out as soon as Clive starts making money. Perhaps Mr Barker is after all a man consumed by his work. Despite my comments this is far from being a bad book, and fans will love it. But it holds back from being a great biography because of the above, and doesn't really work as a career criticism either because (as Winter freely admits) he is far too much of a forgiving fan to be a harsh critic. Not what I'd hoped for, but entertaining and valued to me all the same, and - to end on a cliche - well worth a look!