This book first published in 1962 has since gain somewhat of a cult status among musicians. However, this could not be classified as a straightforward biography, because Mr Moore is very cautious to keep the reader as far as possible from his actual life. The dose of biographical notes that we get is carefully drained in no more than what he believes is absolutely necessary and even then, it is disguised as a humorous side note.
Furthermore, he is almost obsessively praising artists fond to him, while at the same time can be grossly unappreciative to the ones less fortunate to belong to the former category. For example, I found it downright offensive when he dismissed Leontyne Price in one sentence simply as "the American girl" while praising Elizabeth Schwarzkopf. Although I highly regard the artistry of Ms Schwarzkopf, Ms Price is by all means no lesser of an amazing artist in her own right. The chapter about Ms Schwarzkopf I found the most tiresome overall because one cannot simply convince me in the 'great and kind personality' of someone who was actively supporting Adolf Hitler.
Mr Moore is really a man of his time, and having to read this book in 2013 in feels a bit like admiring a piece of antique furniture. The classical music business is simply not at all the same as it was during Mr Moore's lifetime, and that can be seriously misleading if you are a young aspiring musician living in the 21st century when reading this. Passages about old concert halls, hotels, traveling arrangements, managers and alike, are best to be taken with not more than a smile, a bit like tasting and old brandy.
I stated that this is not a simple biography, but nevertheless, the personality of the writer is overwhelmingly present on every single page. This fact can be at times hilarious considering his sharp sense of humor, but it does easily cross that border in more than several occasions. Mr Moore is far from a 'politically correct' author and doesn't shy away from the impeccable British snobbism. For example, he describes that he was 'sentenced in Iceland' or that he was 'deprived... in that miserable city of Belgrade'. Examples like this are abundant.
However, some aspects of creating art through musical interpretation stay in my opinion, ageless. Mr More's wast experience and knowledge can hardly be surpassed even in modern terms. This is the strong point of this book and for that reason alone I would recommend it to any fellow musician.