I first saw James Brown in New York when I was a teenager, and I always admired his stage presence, musicianship and innovation. I was thirsting for a biography worthy of a man who, not a role model by any means, deserved a good one. Unfortunately, this is not worthy of him. The author is lazy, grinds his own axes, and writes in a sort of literary patois that adds nothing to the story of James Brown. Still looking for the right biography.