This is not an idyllic portrayal of life in Deia as the son of literary master writer, Robert Graves. It is a warts and all account of the wonders of growing up in Deia, Mallorca, at a fascinating time in its history-one of turbulence and yet innocence through the 40s-70s. Somewhat bravely, some might say unwisely, William Graves is totally honest in his feelings and thoughts on many expat writers and artists who arrived in Deia by the shoal load in the heady flower power era. Many of them still remain-some a little older and wiser-and I imagine view some of his comments with a certain froideur, especially when he exposes the names of certain individuals still living there today!I liked the book and felt it was honest and from the heart. He has a nice straight forward, robust style and yet can be very lyrical and endearingly at times, full of self criticism. It is one of the most interesting and important works on Mallorca's past as well as the psyche of the maverick, Robert Graves. William and his siblings deserve an award for having survived early life with so mighty and trying a presence in their midst.