Three stars because 1970s New York City is always fun to read about. And in Richard Hell's book, he seems to write more about other people and the scene, and less about himself. Unfortunately, Hell comes across as somewhat bitter and arrogant, and everything is stated so matter of factly. But he tells it like it is, and HELL, it's his book anyway I guess. He does hit the nail on the head with some things though. Things I've thought about...like the "asexualness" of the British punk scene. Interesting. Still, I'm waiting to hear from Tom Verlaine.