I am a big fan of Frank Zappa as a composer, so I was looking forward to this book, but it ended up being a disappointment. The first part is autobiography, and I enjoyed that bit. It was interesting to know how he got into music, and how he hooked up with the variety of characters he made music with. But then the book became simply a long diatribe of his opinions on a variety of topics. Some of them you may agree with, but some of them are just stupid (like his claim that smoking cigarettes is just fine for your health). Ultimately, this is a book I won't keep. It is going to the donate pile, which is what I do with physical books I don't plan to devote space to. My local library can sell them and raise a little cash that way.