Am (just) reading this now:
Vanity Fair wrote of the book, “An autobiography of mostly hilarious stories… fireside war tales from the big bad days of the rockin’ sixties… primer of the sonic avant-garde, the book bashes favorite Zappa targets and dashes a few myths about the man.”
As I posted, for my status on Facebook, today:
“Aficionados of Frank Zappa’s music are obviously smarter to begin with.”
Rest in peace, Frank.