I hate to be so negative about someone who genuinely does seem to like Elliott Smith's music, but this is a really badly written book, and quite honestly it often doesn't make sense. It's a rush job, which is too short and seems to be in a hurry to get to the tragic denouement (or maybe even to just get the project over with). I realise that, like Nick Drake, Elliott's beautiful music reflects his sometimes mysterious pain. He was a private person after all, and maybe there isn't as much info on his life as other more fame-hungry or notorious people. Plus his friends probably quite rightly closed ranks a bit. But there are jumps forward in the narrative that make no sense, so that suddenly Elliott is in desperate trouble (while becoming a star career-wise), yet we've no sense of how it all came about (the good and the bad). It's not ghoulish fascination that makes me want to know more - I genuinely wanted to read about his earlier days when he was finding his voice, and also about the story behind Miss Misery and the Oscars. I love the music and wanted to find out a bit more about the man behind it, who, if his songs portray him even a little, sounds a very interesting person. We needed a bit of light shed in the way biographies are meant to do, but sorry, but this doesn't. Maybe one day another account will.