I read Christopher Finch's book about Judy Garland, called Rainbow I believe, in the 1970s. I remember how much I was impressed by this biography - how it revealed to me the real person behind the famous name, the roller coaster ups and downs of her life, and last but not least, the raw talent that made her one of the truly great singers. I remember when I put down that volume, with its marvellous photos, I felt I had a grasp on the singer and actress I had never had before, despite seeing many of her films and listening to many of her records. Finch's book kind of vibrated with perspicacity. I recently picked up John Fricke's opus at my local library and can only say that I am nonplussed. The only way I can express the way I feel after reading Mr. Fricke's book is to say that I felt I had to wander through a thick forest and never got to that vista from which I could get a clear view on Judy Garland. Mr. Fricke's book is muddled, pretentious and zealous. If you are looking to learn what Judy Garland did on this or that day, this is your book. If you are looking to learn who Judy Garland really was, I recommend the Finch volume.