LoBrutto conducts tons of interviews, does endless legwork, and thenspews the data almost completely unedited onto the page. While this can makefor frustrating, fragmented, and dull reading, I prefer this approach to the shoot-from-the-hip psychoanalysis that passes for biography these days (such as in Spoto's Hitchcock bio). Still, LoBrutto's writing style leaves a lot to be desired: when he compares a deli pickle angrily tossed by a young Kubrick to the spinning bone in "2001," he manages to ruin a funny observation with clunky prose. (Never mind my own clunky prose in that sentence!) The early parts of Kubrick's life suffer the most in this respect, but the book moves along nicely once Kubrick begins filmmaking. It's especially good once Arthur C. Clarke begins collaborating with him on "2001" -- the energy in their relationship is fascinating.
I admire LoBrutto's restraint in discussing Kubrick's personal life. A lesser biographer would see his subject's reclusiveness as license to speculate wildly, yet LoBrutto leaves well enough alone. If you read this, you'll know little about Kubrick's failed marriages but a lot about how "Paths of Glory" managed to get made. So, this flawed bio is probably only worthwhile to die-hard Kubrickians...