This is an excellent bathtub/summer read. I bought it because Amazon suggested it when I pre-ordered the reissue of Let It Bleed
(just arrived today, yay!). Lately I've been quite the sucker for Amazon's recommendations.
I'm not sure if I'd ever want to deal with somebody like Richards, but he's got a heck of a story to tell.
The most interesting part was his childhood in post-war London/Dartford. I almost didn't want him to grow up. You cut some rebel style. In the High Street there was Leonards, where they sold very cheap jeans, just as jeans were becoming jeans. And they would sell fluorescent socks around ’56, ’57— rock-and-roll socks that glow in the dark so she always knows where I am, with black musical notes on them, pink and green. Used to have a pair of each. More daring still, I’d have pink on one foot and green on the other. That was really, like, wow.
How much of Life
is true? I honestly do not care.