An incendiary, scandalous, disturbing and deeply controversial portrait of a legendary figure of Irish letters.
How much of it one chooses to believe is entirely down to the individual reader, but Peter Arthurs' document of the three years he spent in the company of the self-professed "drinker with a writing problem" did, at least for me anyway, have the unpleasant ring of truth about it. This is purely a personal opinion, you understand, but would the likes of Norman Mailer and Arthur C. Clarke - who penned the introduction - really have put their reputations on the line in order to endorse the book if its potentially libellous allegations could be so easily refuted?
If ever there was an example of a "friend" trying to ride on the coattails of a famous friend, this is it. Unbelievable and loathsome, Peter Arthurs' book sets a new low standard. Not recommended.