I loved this book because of Taylor’s irreverent (yet still kind) writing style. The book is mostly a non-chronological account of Taylor’s career, with some Beatles sprinkled in, yet somehow you feel as if you’ve learned a lot about a lot of people and a lot about the time. What Beatles accounts there are are very behind-the-scenes, like the account of waiting at Apple with bated breath while police searched George’s home for drugs, trying to figure out how to help from a distance. Given his closeness with the four musicians, especially George, he provides glancing insights into their characters and those of other Apple Corps members, but without seeming to trade on the relationships, which, after a decade with the Beatles, he clearly hated. Of John Lennon, he says, with some wonder, that it dawned on him that “John’s only concern was for Yoko and for no one else.” “If John heard that everyone at Apple had been killed in a fire,” Taylor reports, “his mind would turn immediately to the inconvenience of replacing them,” all the more puzzling because “John was such a kind man” (167). He also observed that he never hated anyone as much as he hated Paul McCartney in the summer of 1968, but he shares no other details. Derek Taylor died at age 65, which is really a shame, because there were probably few men as generous, self-effacing, and human as he seemed to be.