Unspeakable confessions, so unspeakable Dali talks about them for nearly 300 pages, but who am I to complain? This is as close as you'll get to a perfect Dali book. Dali tells all, giving valuable advice on art, his philosophy about surrealism, and so much more. Just when you think he gets too technical and academic he veers into wild gossip about Helena Rubinstein, Coco Chanel, Picasso, Marcel Duchamp, Sigmund Freud (who recommended Dali seek therapy LOL) and many others.
Dali also entertains regarding his fascination with bodily fluids, pontificating about his turds, analyzing his mucus discharge, phlegm, why his bodily issue is a veritable wonderland of analysis to him. And then there are passages comparable to Huysmans' Against Nature and Lautreamont's Maldoror, dark confessions of bizarre obsessions.
My favorite section is his early exhibitions in New York and various commissions from Manhattan department stores to dress their windows for obscene amounts of cash. "I tore off the mannequin's head and..."
But give the devil his due, Dali still maintains a grand sense of humor with chapter titles like:
How to Live with Death
How to Become Erotic While Remaining Chaste
How to Become a Super-Snob
How to Pray to God Without Believing In Him