Spitz wears his fandom on his sleeve here, with periodic italicized sections that explicitly address Bowie's influence on his own life. I appreciate that he isn't pretending total objectivity, and he does a fine job recounting the remarkable trajectory of Bowie's life and career. There's not much insight into Bowie's mind or character, however - perhaps fitting for an artist traditionally pegged as an enigmatic chameleon. Still, I was left wanting more, although this may say more about my insatiable Bowie fixation than Spitz's book.