The only book I'd managed to stick with and read through in months was a Star Trek oral history, so after a few more failures to find traction I figured I'd read the autobiography of the guy who created Babylon 5. It had far less about the specifics of any works JMS has done than I was expecting, but it was an engaging read nonetheless, in no small part because as it turns out the author's family was . . . rather horrifying. The author's straightforward and quickwitted style makes that go down smoothly, perhaps even a bit too smoothly as it never dwells on much long enough to become a meditation; it feels like it loses a bit of entertainment and a bit of depth due to this lack, but maybe it is what it needs to be.