Condition Continued: And Keith Richards signature represents the only writing to be found anywhere in the book. There are a number of photographs in both black and white and color. They all appear to be in perfect condition. You can see the dust jacket in the first few photos. I have had the jacket in a fitted protective cover for as long as I have owned it, which goes back a number of years. The jacket is exceptionally clean. I don’t see any soiling. I don’t see any toning or fading. There are no tears. The flaps are in excellent condition as well, perfectly clean. I don’t see any wear on them, no creasing. The jacket is NOT price-clipped, not clipped at all. I think some other sellers would be willing to call this book and jacket’Fine’. Neither has any condition issues that I can see. Little, Brown and Company, New York, 2010. Hardcover in Dust Jacket. Stated’First Edition: October 2010. Also Number Line to 1. Flat-signed and dated on the second front end paper by Keith Richards (see photo). The book was generally well received by critics, with several commenting on the honesty of the work. Charles Spencer of The Daily Telegraph wrote,’Life offers much more than vicarious thrills. It captures the true spirit of rock and roll, the nitty-gritty of life on the road, and just what it feels like to be a heroin addict who doesn’t know where his next fix is coming from. It also movingly captures Richards’ extraordinary love of music–an even more powerful addiction for him than smack–and perhaps more surprisingly, his manifest destiny as a human being. Jim Fusilli of the Wall Street Journal said that’Mr. Richards writes with disarming introspection about his childhood, family and fame. And it’s quite likely that no rock musician has ever written so keenly about the joys of making music. With a warm sense of humor and willingness to share his grief, Mr. Richards in’Life’ defies almost every public perception about him. In The Independent, John Walsh wrote,’He tells it with complete, reckless, disclosure. Sometimes it sounds like a man ranting into a tape machine; sometimes, in the tidier and more reflective sections, you can detect the hand of his co-writer, James (White Mischief) Fox. But the watchwords of this book are honesty, confession, telling it straight. From the New Yorker:’Half book, half brand extension, it’s an entertaining, rambling monologue, a slurry romp through the life of a man who knew every pleasure, denied himself nothing, and never paid the price. The New York Times said,’Mr. Richards, now 66, writes with uncommon candor and immediacy. He’s decided that he’s going to tell it as he remembers it, and helped along with notebooks, letters and a diary he once kept, he remembers almost everything. The popular press focused on the relationship between Jagger and Richards. Tom Bryant in The Daily Mirror wrote,’Keith says his songwriting partner’started to become unbearable’ in the early 80s, adding:’I think Mick thinks I belong to him but I haven’t been to his dressing room in 20 years.
