If there were anyone qualified to write a biography on Syd Barrett, then a former writer for the Syd fanzine has to fit the bill. Of the five Syd books I have this is by far the most authoritative and insightful, but not necessarily the best read. If you're only going to buy one, though, this would be it. What's wonderful about it is that he traces many of Syd's songwriting influences and where he stole his lyrics from. What's bad about it is that he seems keen to put down some of his fellow biographers and almost pointedly ignore aspects they featured - Tim Willis's book on Syd features photos and stories from his trip to Butlin's Skegness camp with his first girlfriend, Libby. There's no mention of this. He hardly mentions 'Iggy', Syd's "eskimo chains", the naked girl on the Madcap album cover that used to share a flat with him. Girlfriends after Libby get tangential mentions, as though they are peripheral to the core of the book, which is tracing where the musical and literary styles emerged from.
So, you have to accept that this is a brilliant, but very right-on treatment of Syd, keen to dispel myths about him and undermine accepted Syd stories. For instance just because no-one can agree the date of the 'melting brylcreem face' story it doesn't mean to say it didn't happen.
What this, like all the Syd bios fails to answer is: if he was getting hundreds of thousands of pounds from royalties every year - and millions after Echoes came out in 2001 - why didn't his family move him from his house, where Chapman maintains Syd was subject to regular unwanted intrusions, to a more private location? Who had financial control of his affairs? Is that such a difficult question?
The book is great on the literary hooks, but 'Crazy Diamond' and 'Madcap' are still worth reading to get a sense of the timescale of his career. There is so much reference backward and forward with 'Irregular Head' that at times it's difficult to work out where you are in the story. And where Chapman goes into detailed, long-winded psycho-analysis of Syd's predicament, one of the other bios simply quotes Pete Townshend as saying he thought "Syd was a bit of a mummy's boy".
The only Syd story I can contribute is that before I discovered Syd's music I was working on a farm in Trumpington,on the outskirts of Cambridge and one of the local lads who also worked on the farm, a real jack-the-lad who seemed to be able to wangle free punts from two or three colleges was always trying to get us to go to a pub to get a glimpse of Syd, "because he's always in there drinking". This was quite a few years after he'd left Floyd. I wasn't interested and we didn't go. But this was the summer of 1979. The book says he returned to Cambridge in 1982 - that's how difficult Syd stories are to pin down even for the most dilligent of biographers.