When you get to the bitter end, Fauve, you find 2 letters he wrote to his editor before starting the book, summarising what he intended to include and - although everything he mentioned wasn't in his bit, let alone the family's bit - it seems as if doing that might have taken the wind out of his sails in a way. It seemed to go "summary - descriptive bit, summary - descriptive bit" rather endlessly. Not exactly "and then this happened and then that happened", but kind of.
It was very overwritten, far too many commas, but then he talked like that. I enjoyed the chapters about his earliest years the most, so maybe you would hate the rest of the book even more than the bit you did read!
The part written by his family was very entertaining in parts, and also revealing about his many many foibles in a way that I guess he wouldn't have been himself. His part was already descending by the end of it (snivel) into long lists of tracks and artists I had never heard of which would probably have been better presented in footnotes.
I still think he was a fabulous and unique personality - well of course they're all unique but ykwim! And I was thrilled to find that all the DJs he considered sound, and not, were the ones I do.
Did you know John Walters and Andy Kershaw hated Home Truths and used to rip him to shreds about it?