I just got through reading On Some Faraway Beach (Life and times of Brian Eno) by David Sheppard. Good bio all told, albeit with a slight tendency to gush. On the other hand, access was granted via Eno's wife / manager Anthea, so a bit of politic phrasing was probably in order. The Briticism, swish, substituting for the American adjective posh, caused a few sentences to read oddly until you sorted the syntax, but that was more fun than anything else. Most reviewers have focused on Eno's horndog habits, (English rocker, early '70s, whoda thunk it) but I wish more time had been spent on his visual output. Whole installations get a single sentence while a single night backstage get pages. Maybe another author, if one comes along, will chose to shift focus. I stayed up way past my bedtime on this one.
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