Hellraisers was not as much fun as it seemed like it might be due to entirely to the poor quality of its narrative structure. How do you make unapologetic dysfunction and brazen debauchery boring? Sellers relied entirely on the outrageousness of the anecdotes to carry you through 200+ pages of jumpy, repetitive set-ups [get this: it's a book called hellraisers because these guys drank a lot!]. There's a lot of good material here but it's been poorly presented, he seems to only understand the drinky part and skips over any aspect that might make these men human except as occasional afterthought. I couldn't finish it.