The Stones - Philip Norman

The best thing about the book is the daggers out for Mick Jagger. With much hilarity, Norman paints a portrait of the nastiest bastard you could imagine - the sort of predatory guy you wouldn't dare leave alone with your girlfriend for 5 minutes, or the kind of tight bastard who would inevitably leave the bar when it was his turn to buy the next round. Of course the real nasty member of the band was Brian Jones, a wife beating, child abandoning hedonistic fucker - yet he gets a fairly sympathetic ride from Norman.
Norman has a lovely Monty Python-esque sense of humour. Like his dealings with the two lesser Stones - Wyman and I forget the other ones name, Charlie I think - whom he basically presents throughout as two banal plant pots who by strange fate got placed on the edge of the historical stage.

English, hardcover