Kirsty MacColl was one of the most gifted singer-songwriters of her generation. Her witty lyrics demonstrated a sharp eye for the world around her. All musicians that worked with her admired her talents. Her death, run over by a powerboat in Mexico was a tragedy. People are supposed to remember exatly where they were when JFK was shot - I know exactly where I was when I heard the news of Kirsty's untimely death. The failure to secure a conviction of the boat's captain despite numerous witnesses to the even is a scandal for which the Mexican Government, and the UK's representatives in that country, ought to be deeply ashamed.
Jean MacColl is a formidable woman, and the fortitude with which she has fought her daughter's case is truly inspirational. If you have not done so you should visit the Justice for Kirsty website.
And yet, despite that I'm afraid I can't recommend this book. Jean says several times that she turned down invitations to write her own autobiography, but the present work comes across far too strongly as just that - an account of Jean's life in which Kirsty features, rather than vice versa. If I never hear about the Laban school of Movement again it will be too soon.
Alongside this, the book is just very badly written - several anecdotes are repeated; some appearing three times. Peripheral characters are introduced (and re-introduced) in far too much details. Three year's of Kirsty's punk career are dismissed in one line to the effect that she probably confided more in her friends than in her mother. When we do get input from fellow musicians it is in the format of long quotes loosely linked together.
I am genuinely sorry that I can't give Sun on the Water a ringing endorsement - Kirsty deserves for her story to be shared very widely but this is not the account I hoped it would be.