Readers expecting a rhapsodized eulogy of the legend will be sadly disappointed. This is a glimpse into hell, with Garland as mistress of ceremonies. Critics are correct that its author does come off looking a bit too saintly, but as a portrait of Garland and, equally importantly, of the 60's television industry, his tale has the gritty ring of accuracy. Not only are details keenly remembered, but the book scores credibility points for never failing to remember, and in it's own way pay tribute to, Garland's towering appeal, her gargantuan talent. The tone of Torme's fascinating work is ultimately neither one of adulation nor horror, but awestruck wonder. It should not be mistaken for a complete picture of its subject. It is, however, a well balanced portait of Garland during a difficult period. As such it's value is in illuminating the complexity of its subject by offering up a side of Garland that is distasteful but nonetheless integral to a deeper understanding of her personality, her life and untimately, her work. Garland is more vividly realized here that she is in other more "respectful" biographies.