The Lightkeepers' Menagerie: Stories of Animals at Lighthouses Book

I SO wanted to like this book. After all, it's Tony Visconti, producer and engineer extraordinaire. But this book needed an editor, BADLY! It's full of "facts" a Brooklyn Boy would know, like "the Statue of Liberty is in Staten Island" -- whoops! -- it's on Ellis Island, which he later describes his family coming through on their arrival from Italy. And I know of no Brooklyn boy who writes with the British spellings of words like colour, programme, odour, etc. Not to mention using "flat" for apartment, "go to hospital", things like that. Am I being petty? Perhaps, but here, it only sounds pretentious.

But it's worse. How about "Before he passed away, I worked with Marc Bolan ... before his death in a terrible car accident."

I had to force myself through the poor writing to hear about my favourite (oops) favorite rock stars, and finally started skipping over stories about his many wives and bands I've never heard of that he made sound brilliant by playing bass for them and singing background. And his constant dissing of Marc Bolan (who after all, suffered a terrible death before he died), and omission of more important players (such as Mick Ronson, who was given a mere mention here and there) I found appalling.

Great producer, lousy writer.