To any Beatles fans who have read Geoffrey Giuliano's writing, you know very well how destructive Giuliano is to ALL of the Beatles' lives, (note the book in particular, 'Blackbird: the Life and Times of Paul McCartney'.) His books are written in a manner similar to that of Albert Goldman's trashy 'Lives of John Lennon'. Had I not learned much about Paul before I read Giuliano's book, I would now hate him. This is what Giuliano does to the Beatles. He writes books for money, clearly, for he always focuses on the WORST aspects of their personalities, the MEANEST things they ever did. He apparently wants us to hate the Beatles. Be wary of Giuliano. And stay far from his newest release concerning John Lennon's diaries. Much of it is lies, and cruel lies at that.

Here is George throuhout his great life in GREAT photos and words. I loved it!

I thought this colorful well designed book was great! There are lots of rare pictures of George, and even more rare stories. I recommened the book to anyone who loves George Harrison of the Beatles. Besides being a great writer, Giuliano clearly loves the subject.

The book's description on the back cover doesn't even match the content nor does the CD-ROM. It looks and reads like a thrown together blob of stuff ... can someone tell me where to find the durn spreadsheet widget .. its mentioned on the back cover but not in the index, the table of contents nor on the CD-ROM....

I don't recommend purchase lightly. I've been wearing out its pages for two weeks now, with occasional bouts of furrowed brows and impatient snorting. I've come, though, to a conclusion in which I'm confident: if you're a Tcl user, you should invest in *Tcl/Tk Tools*.

Why? Because you'll use it, and use it well. Almost everyone involved in Tcl has questions (so how do I really compile a Tcl script? How much does it take to do drag-and-drop and tool tips? Are the RDBMS extensions current with vendor features? ...) answered here. Simplify your life by putting these 650+ pages on your shelf.

What is *Tcl/Tk Tools*? It's a collection of descriptions of different popular extensions to Tcl and Tk. While lead author Harrison gives the impression they're written by "the extension authors themselves", there are a few exceptions to this pattern. The book is not written as a tutorial or introduction to Tcl, sagely pointing to John Ousterhout and Brent Welch's books for that role (although I've been thinking of experimenting with putting *Tcl/Tk Tools* in the hands of novices, to see what would happen. I suspect they'd survive in good shape).

*Tcl/Tk Tools* isn't exhaustive. It doesn't include several of my favorite extensions, including Scotty, NeoWebScript, stooop, tclMsql, the PlusPatches, ... It doesn't matter. If you care about only *one* of the extensions described here, you'll do well to have your own copy.

Harrison and his co-authors do a good job of hitting the target of telling "Here's the philosophy behind this package, and here are some examples of how to use it effectively" that he lays out in the Preface. While it's easy to move from one chapter to another, it's not at the expense of the authors and their personalities. D. Richard Hipp's thoughtful precision and De Clarke's care in engineering effective solutions come through, as do the assurance and lucidity those in the Tcl community expect of Don Libes. Less successful is the forward look that Harrison intended, toward "the plans the extension authors had for future enhancements and extensions." I assume this was in part a casualty of the realities of the publishing cycle; certainly many of the chapters appear to have been finished before the appearance a year ago of 7.6's betas.

Two unglamorous aspects of the book multiply its value: the index is sound (that's saying a lot for me; I have high standards in indexing), and Harrison's Chapter 17 on what he calls "Configuration Management" lays out much valuable wisdom that newcomers need to learn. Reading the latter is painful: it has all the important, tedious subjects ("Combining Extensions ...", command-line munging, ...) one wants--but without mention of Win* or loadable libraries! These frailties are inevitable when broadcasting on dead trees, of course. What's disappointing is that *Tcl/Tk Tools* doesn't go farther in joining the Internet Age: although a two-page Appendix lauds news:comp.lang.tcl and lists the FAQs and nine URLs (some of which have already moved, of course), and individual authors take it on themselves to provide appropriate references,
* it's not apparent that there is any page where Harrison and/or O'Reilly maintain errata, updates, new examples, funny animal GIFs, or any of the other resources readers might be expected to exploit--I couldn't find one at the URL the Preface gave, nor elsewhere at www.ora.com;
* some authors supply no e-mail addresses;
* some authors give references ("look in the archives") that will be inscrutable for those not already in the know; and
* there is wide variation in the quality of information authors give about extension prospects, bug lists (a particular sore point with me), mailing lists, and so on.
Understand, please, that I'm not labeling these moral faults; as on every project, the good engineering comes in deciding where to make the cuts, and what definite values to deliver. I personally look forward to seeing books that build a more dynamic relationship with online sources, and am simply noting that *Tcl/Tk Tools* doesn't achieve that standard.

The quality of production is high, higher even than the elevated expectations I have of O'Reilly. Typos, mistakes in word choice, and code errors seem to sum to around zero to five per chapter. Screen shots are judicious and illuminating, rather than gratuitously space-filling. The CD-ROM (with binaries for indeterminate but predictable releases of Solaris and Linux) does the little I asked of it.

Summary: whether you're a full-time Tcl-er or a greenhorn, you'll profit from having *Tcl/Tk Tools* at hand. Whenever you're in a pinch, there's a fair chance the Index and/or Table of Contents will quickly lead you to a useful datum. During more contemplative moments, you'll want to read the chapters in a connected fashion, and the accuracy and insight of the authors will make you glad that you do.

This was the first book I read on Tcl/TK (a mistake), but it was nonetheless helpful. I do refer it often. I particularly found the introduction to Expect useful.

This book is complete garbage. There is nothing in it that is factual. If you want to read tabloid material please go buy "National Enquirer" or something.. Don't give your hard earned money or attention to this guy. He never knew The Harrison's and the book is fabricated stories by zealous bad author. Please go buy George's book "I Me Mine" or The Beatles 'Anthology" book is want to learn the truth about the man.

Giuliano's book is not particularly well written and has numerous inaccuracies but it's not "bad" or mean spirited. His intent is to deromanticize the Fab Four, maybe, and he paints a seemingly honest picture of a man who is not a superman nor a yogi but a flawed seeker of his own higher spiritual self. What is exceptional in this work is its insight and research into Harrison's Indian spirituality, detailing the various gurus and teachers whose paths he was drawn to and followed. Far more is revealed in this work about Harrison's relationship to the Krishna Conscousness movement from 1969 through the end of his life. Giuliano met Harrison briefly once in the early 1980's through his own friendship with "Legs" Larry Smith - ex-Bonzo Dog Band drummer, graphic artist, and alcoholic jester to close friends like Harrison. Giuliano ends a 1997 updated final chapter wondering whether Harrison would ever have the strength to disappear from the material world, to truly leave being an ex-Beatle, and pursue the Krishna devotee's ultimate goal of ending his days wandering among the holy sites in India (which Harrison last visited publicly in 1996, but allegedly revisited in September 2001). Anyone interested in the incredible rumors that Harrison faked his death to spend his last months or years in full spritual devotion should read this book. Harrison is revealed as sincere, humble and good-spirited, if often weighed down the responsibilities of wealth, fame and having been fab.

Loved the man. Loved the book. NOW I understand who George Harrison really was. Thank you.

There is very little I can add to the reviews already given, except to state that very little, if any, research seems to have been undertaken by the author. He has written a potted history of George whilst at the same time denigrating any of his friends/associates (eg Eric Clapton). The best piece of advice to anyone thinking of buying this book is "don't" - I only wish I had taken that advice....

I assume that when someone writes a biography about someone else, it is because they have a certain fascination with that person and wishes to highlight certain aspects of their topic's personality, achievements (good and bad), views on life, etc.
Although the author of this book is clearly an unconditional fan of George Harrison, I can't help but wonder whether he wrote the book to make George shine or to slag off everybody else in the world. Whatever the case may be, the result is a book which has no criticism of George at all and ridicules just about everybody else (Eric Clapton, Elton John, Billy Preston, Leon Russell, John, Paul, Ringo and the list goes on...) and as such should have had the subtitle 'A strictly personal view' in bold lettering.
Admittedly, it would be hard not to put down your own opinion in some form or other, but in this book it seems that history is re-written to tie in with the author's opinions.
The book deals with George's career after The Beatles, but does start with a section on the break-up itself and then traces George's life until his untimely death in November 2001.
I won't go into too much detail about the contents as it seems too twisted to warrant an in depth review. I just provide 2 examples that could serve to illustrate what you can expect from this book:
1)Chapter Three deals with the Bangla Desh concert (August 1, 1971) and describes the failed attempts of getting John and Paul involved (Ringo of course did play). As John and Paul didn't play, the author then describes the rest of the performers as the Bangla Desh B-list, calls Dylan nothing more than a nervous wreck, swears that if he ever hears Billy Preston's "That's The Way God Planned It" again, it will be too soon for him, claims Clapton got the biggest round of applause during the introduction because people were convinced he was killing himself on smack and this was their last chance to say goodbye, calls Leon Russell's singing "redneck hillbilly drawl", lists Dylan's "It Takes A Lot To Laugh, It Takes A Train To Cry" as two songs and somehow even manages to include his opinion that Crosby, Stills, Nash And Young were an ill conceived super group! Phew! If however, you'd be interested to know that there were in fact two concerts on the day and would like to know what the different set lists for the 2 shows were, you won't find it here! (e.g. Hear Me Lord and Dylan's Love Minus Zero weren't included on the album).
2)Chapter sixteen deals with the events on December 30th, 1999, when a man broke into Friar Park and tried to kill George and Olivia who had to fight for their lives! George, as we know, did receive stab wounds and had to be admitted to hospital where it turned out that he had been extremely lucky to survive the attack! There's a lot of detail in this chapter about what the press wrote about the man that committed this crime and how he was obsessed by The Beatles and thought them all to be devils. There is of course every justification for the author to be shocked at what happened to George, but he then writes about the fact that the burglar's mother told the press that a few weeks before the attack, her son had been obsessed by Oasis. The author then adds the comment "if he had a beef with Oasis, why didn't he take a pop at them? That I could have understood!" Enough said.
Finally, to show the level of care that has been taken in producing this book: just before the introduction there is a page that states that Elliot J. Huntley is a 27 year-old writer and musician based in Sheffield, England. On the back of the book he is suddenly a 30 year-old.
I could think of better books to spend my money on.

Well, Elliot J. Huntley must not be interested in telling a concise history of George. His work sounds and feels like an editorial, with his personal thoughts all mixed in. If you just want to read more about the solo years of George then this book will infuriate you. He personally criticises most other artists George ever came into contact with or thought of as friends. Has he even listened to their music? He puts down Tom Petty, Eric Clapton, Billy Preston, and many others. Now, this gets exhausting and stupid about two chapters in. I found myself getting very annoyed. However, it has loads of information hard to find on George's solo years. That is the only reason I gave this book two stars. One should think Mr. Huntley should stop writing books and actually go and sit down and listen to some decent music.

I bought this book and was excited about being able to take it right home and play along to the Beatles recordings on my guitar. I opened up to "I Saw Her Standing There" and put on my Please Please Me CD and to my surprise and dismay the book was in a different musical key than the CD, way off! I'm assuming they did that to make the songs easier to play on piano, but it wasn't what I wanted. Disappointed I took the book back and then ordered The Complete Beatles Scores from Amazon. I've been much happier with that book.

Get your facts right, Mr. Biographer. Ravi Shankar is an INDIAN legend and sitar virtuouso; and not Bangladeshi as the author seems to believe (he notes this again in his brief interview with BBC, upon George Harrison's passing).

Makes you wonder how much else is accurate in the book !

Not worth a dime.

Rife with personal bias and the author's "opinions" on Harrison's life and work, as well as other subjects on which the author sees fit to comment, this bio is badly written, bears no touch of an editor's hand, and was not even proofread adequately. Conjecture replaces fact, and much of the book reads like a summation of previously-published articles and books. No new revelations are presented, and important facts and events in Harrison's life are given short shrift or omitted entirely. The few quotes from Harrison's intimates are old, such as statements Pattie Boyd made in the late 70s. Clayon also makes bare statements without any evidence, such as Harrison's having had a "drug addiction", which Clayson never supports with any facts or evidence. This is typical of this sloppy, amateurish mess. Chronology appears to not be Clayson's strong point, either. Worst of all is Clayson's bald statement, at the end of the book, that he simply doesn't like or respect certain [unnamed] persons in music -- and therefore either doesn't write about them or does so as briefly as possible. Eric Clapton thus rates a few paragraphs in this book, despite having been Harrison's friend for thirty years, and having played significant roles in Harrison's personal and professional life. Clapton, whom Clayson states is "overrated", is dismissed in a few sentences. Others only have their names mentioned once or twice. But musicians whom Clayson deems "worthy of respect" are mentioned time and again at length. This sort of naked bias is inappropriate in an allegedly objective look at Harrison's life and work. Clayson's opinions are unsound, his research absent, his writing laughable. While he posits himself as a music insider, in truth he appears to be someone desperately TRYING to be an insider, and attempting to use this book to gain Harrison's approval and respect. Bad form

The writer can be remarkably annoying as he is self-centered and opinionated about everything and everyone he writes about. Get past that. His facts aren't always right and the book is neither proofed nor edited well. Get past that too. This is an earnest attempt at biography of a subject who did not want to have any more writing done about his public or private life. The writer really tries to get inside Harrison's music and his world. He succeeds at going deeper into Harrison than most any other writer has ever done, however, and that is worth three stars. While lacking the insight and research into Indian sprituality found in Geoffrey Giuliano's Dark Horse (which has other faults that Clayson doesn't stumble into), he really applies himself to Harrison's solo recordings in a way that no other - to my knowledge - critic has done ever. When Harrison died (or disappeared), the lack of true critical review of his solo work (between 1973 and 1987 at least) underscored what Clayson had achieved. Which isn't to say that he does a great job writing about those many years of recordings, but he does give them an objective, honest and careful listen, putting them into the perspective of his full musical career.

Why is it that George Harrison has attracted such awful biographies? Marc Shapiro's attempt had me thinking, which is worse, his book or the book written by Elliot J.Huntley (Behind That Locked Door). After much rumination on this pointless topic I believe Shapiro's book is worse. Like Huntley, he has not undertaken any research (other than an interview with Delaney, who somewhat modestly appears to take the credit for writing My Sweet Lord and being the object for Patti Harrison's affections). Whereas Huntley is so overawed by his subject that he rates any of George's contemporaries as being "B list" musicians (see his description of the Concert For Bangladesh), Shapiro does not disguise his contempt for George and at many junctures criticizes George's work and says stupid things such as George work, unlike John's, was inconsistent. The book has nothing new to say, no incisive or imaginative criticism/review of George's work and is, if truth be told, merely a cash in on George's death.

As an inveterate Beatles' fan, I was naturally interested in reading one of, if not the first biography of former Beatle George Harrison shortly after his untimely death in 2001.

Instead of being a comprehensive work that focused on the man's artistic accomplishments, this book fell back on tired cliches such as "The Quiet Beatle," and "The Youngest Beatle." Very little new material is provided in this book. I did not feel it ranked among the better Beatle biographies. The selection of photographs were good and I liked the few tidbits about Olivia Arias, the late artist's widow.

Since this book came out just a scant few months after the late Beatle's demise, one cannot help but wonder if the timing of its publication is yet another way to cash in on the Beatles' fame. Since George Harrison is no longer living in the material world, his input remains unknown. This work is certainly not one I would give a ringing endorsement, but it did hold my interest because of the subject.

At best this is a good starter book for people who want a "quick fix" in learning the basics of George Harrison's life. At worst, it is a mediocre work with little news to offer.

My favorite part of this book is the word *guitar*, which is closely associated with the name George Harrison in the George Harrison Discography on pages 212-231. The Discography actually starts on page 207, with his solo albums in 1968, 1969, 1970, "The Concert for Bangladesh (1971)," 1973, 1974, 1975, 1976, 1979, 1981, 1982, 1987, "Traveling Wilburys: Volume One (1988)," 1989, 1990, and "George Harrison Live in Japan (1992)." There was no need to mention that he played guitar on those albums, or in the famous Beatles group before that, because almost everybody thought that mainly he was there to play guitar. There were a few surprises for me after that: "James Taylor (1969) George sang harmony on the song `Carolina on My Mind,' GOODBYE Cream (1969) George co-wrote and played guitar on the song `Badge.' " (p. 212). Somehow I never noticed that on DONOVAN RISING (1973), "George wrote a verse for the song `Hurdy Gurdy Man' that was not in the original version of the song." (p. 220).

Most of the things that I remember from the book BEHIND SAD EYES were events in the personal life of George Harrison that I hadn't thought much about before. The thing about George and Pattie, Pattie and Eric, with George thinking, "I thought that was the best thing to do, for us to split, and we should have just done it much sooner. But I didn't have any problem about it." (p. 110). In a society that tunes in mainly to the psychological needs of each individual, that kind of thinking is much easier for a writer to identify and portray than the kind of temper exhibited by Ringo after George started singing love songs for Maureen one night, when Ringo and Maureen invited George and Pattie to their home for dinner, and "Pattie, totally mortified at this latest embarrassment, burst into tears and locked herself in Ringo's bathroom." (p. 121). There is no index, and the chapter titles are not much good at locating particular incidents that you might be interested in, but the book is a guide to how certain people see life, and the media have grown on a need to find this kind of information.

If you've looked at this book and you think it's complete - you're right - it's completely wrong. Many of the songs have incorrect tab and chord listings. I have compared many of the songs in the book to how Harrison plays them in the Concert for Bangladesh and the chords are definitely wrong. If you're looking for George Harrison guitar tablature that is correct don't buy this one.

Don't buy this book. The chords and notations are incorrect. If you have seen the Concert for Bangla Desh you will know the song My Sweet Lord is incorrect. Songs like Here Comes the Sun are difficult to read. If you are looking for George Harrison guitar tab find another book!

I read a copy of this from my local library and asked that they remove it. This "book" employs yellow journalism to the hilt and finds nothing good nor objective to say on every event on the Beatles. Sources are lacking and conversations fabricated. Truly horrible.