James died one year ago, August. He wrote me several letters saying he was busy writing and then rewriting the book. Told me he finished the book, in the middle of the night after he got up to take a piss.
I've read some reviews and they are pretty poor. The NY Times review was by a friend/acquaintance ruminating on the fascinating expatriate, James Lord. He spends only a few good paragraphs on the book. The rest of the reviews, say the book suffers from its "purple prose." The book is not overwritten. This is James's style. I guess it is not in vogue. My hope is that young people will find this work as it is; brutally honest and full of life. Just as James was.