Although the story of Chet Baker, one of the most distinctive and original jazz trumpeters of all time, has been told before, for instance in Baker's own memoir As Though I Had Wings, in Bruce Weber's documentary film Let's Get Lost, and in the biography by Jeroen de Valk, Deep In A Dream by James Gavin offers the most comprehensive study so far. The book works on a number of levels: not only is it an in-depth jazz biography, it is, possibly more importantly, a classic study of the gaping chasm between fantasy and reality, certainly regarding the early part of Baker's career. There is no doubt that Baker was an exceptional jazz musician, but when he became a star at the age of twenty three, the "James Dean of Jazz", this had more to do with his image than his musical ability. The image was largely a result of the work of West Coast photographer William Claxton, who had an epiphany as he watched Baker's face emerge in his photographic developing tray. Claxton felt that he had never known the meaning og the word "photogenic" until he photographed Baker, who in reality " ... Had one tooth missing, so he looked a little dopey ... but then you put him in front of a camera and he became a movie star." When people looked at Baker's pictures on the covers of his records, as author Gavin says, "They projected all kinds of fantasies onto him. They imagined a wounded child in need of mothering, a seductive devil luring them into trouble, a dark prophet of doom, or the ultimate soulful male." Baker's record producer found in a marketing survey that most of Baker's fans were girls who were interested in his wispy ballad singing, not his jazz playing.Baker fascinated his musician colleagues, who had to practise, because his talent emerged seemingly out of nowhere, with no work. In fact, Baker lacked the capacity to work at anything. This farmer's boy from Oklahoma sought only instant gratification and a way of blanking out anything he could not cope with, while showing no concern for anyone else. A serious heroin addict throughout his adult life, his overriding need was to acquire the money to pay for the next fix, and so his life was an endless round of gigs, mainly in Europe. Married three times, father of four children, involved in many relationships, Baker could be physically abusive to his partners, who , in a classically co-dependent way, found it difficult to extricate themselves from his hold over them. Interestingly, Gavin highlights the fact that throughout his life Baker also attracted a following of male hero-worshippers. In the last years of his life, Baker was earning around $300,000 a year and had recorded over 150 albums. Yet he never had a bank account or a permanent home, preferring to live in hotels or stay with friends. He died aged fifty eight in a fall from the window of an Amsterdam hotel. James Gavin has written a book that, while often depressing in terms of the facts of the narrative, compels the reader to keep turning the pages. It would be difficult to encounter a study of a creative personality showing a more extreme gulf between the beauty of the art and the squalor of the life.