I did not enjoy this psychobiography of Groucho Marx and will not be finishing it. Lee Siegel is an insightful thinker about matters of popular culture, but his subject is unlikable and unsympathetic. Essentially Siegel's argument is that the Groucho we see on screen--misogynist, narcissistic, aggressive, and full of barely contained rage--is the *real* Groucho (sans four-letter words). (A recent 'Atlantic' profile of Donald Trump by Dan P. McAdams makes a similar argument that what you see is what he is.) Because Siegel's is mainly a Freudian analysis, Marx's overbearing mother and passive father bear much of the blame, a basic argument that seems overly simplistic especially as part of a series titled 'Jewish Lives.' There are many interesting anecdotes here, but always at the core is Groucho's angry personality. Enough already.