This book gets an “A” for effort, but is not good. It reads like a series of blog posts, with occasional profundity (the succinct entry on “Jealous Guy” is one of the better assessments of Lennon’s admitted domestic violence that I’ve read), but more often it comes across like an college undergraduate term paper, complete with references to now dated celebrities and technologies.

It’s just so unfortunate, as this kind of book - one that analyzes the solo output of the ex-Beatles, but together and year-by-year - is sorely needed. But this ain’t it.

There are so many factual errors in this book that I actually lost count of them.