I bought this of Amazon to read on my holidays in Corfu. I had a number of books to plough through on the beach, but this was top of the pile and I couldn't wait to get at it. To be honest, I didn't know what to expect. I'd read the reviews which clarified nothing and after reading the book I still don't understand what Ray Davies was trying to achieve.
It's so obviously auto-biographical but written about some-one else. Ray tries to shock in parts, but this becomes nothing more than saucy postcard stuff and typical of the whole plot. Uninteresting, dull, pointless - I was so relieved when the final page appeared.
I love the Kinks, and I have Ray's narrative album, Storyteller, which is excellent in parts - but sometimes an artist pushes out into the wrong direction. Ray is a great songwriter, one of the best ever, but an author he ain't. Sorry Ray, two stars..