Any one who has the faintest idea of who Jackson Pollock was in the art world should not pass up the oppertunity to read this book. The authors explore the scaffolding of the artists ideas by opening his sketch books to viewers and revealing his bare-bone sketching style. I have yet to obtain a copy of the book, but have browsed through it's contents on numerous occaisons, each time seeing something different in every piece. An excellent book to conger up inspiration for all aspiring artist.

This book is absolutely disgusting! The author is the one with the perversion.
There is no valid sources, nothing solid. His own opinion. He doesn't even try to make this book believable, Saying Jackson enjoys relieving himself in his pants. Come on? The book is more than vulgar!

this Book is pointless&has nothing to offer.How Christopher Anderson even got a deal to do this Book is a Mystery to me.Yeah MJ has His Issues but this Book only Reflects a negative Vibe not a full View of this very important Musical Artist.Avoid this Book at all Costs.

Christopher Andersen needs to get a life. Very much a literary vulture, he loves to prey on celebrities--especially when they are at a particular controversy in their lives--and write tabloidish, gossipy books on them that are no more reliable than The National Enquirer and are created solely for the purpose of making him a fast buck. This is another one. The nonsense written in this book has already been proven false after its publishing by police reports and other releases, but that obviously isn't going to bother Andersen since he made his cash when the moment was ripe. Many of the accusations range on the flat out cartoonish, such as claiming that the Jackson family threatened the life and limb of anyone who dared "catch" Michael. But even if you know the book is ridiculous, Andersen will STILL have made his cash off of your disgust by the sheer attention it gives his publication (and that, unfortunately, includes this comment). Honestly, it should be illegal to create and publish something like this. The book is not in the least sympathetic, on the contrary it is horribly mean-spirited. Like Albert Goldman, the author clearly hates his subject and devotes the entire volume to mercilessly whipping poor Michael in public, as if he hasn't been through enough! More than anything else in the world, I would love to see another author just as bad write this sort of junk about ANDERSEN and butcher his life to pieces as much as he's done with others. Any volunteers?