Be warned: It is absolutely raw. It is a 'no punches pulled' and 'just as it happened' frank record of one man's life. (And what a man). It is in no way reading suitable for minors, prudes, or the faint-hearted. Whilst the early pages mostly give an illuminating historical insight into life in England during the 1930's and 1940's for those country kids born into poverty, do not be lulled into any sense of security. As the story unfolds, the many explicit sex situations are so graphically described in some profusion, that the combined contents of the Karma Sutra, Marquis de Sade, James Joyce, and Arthur Miller's works pale into insignificance. This is 'hands on' and unexpurgated. The first part - 'Book One' ' is what many will consider a catalogue of evil. It is the biography of a youth hell bent on monetary gain and sexual self-gratification. And of the mostly teenage nymphomaniacs who formed his stable of call-girls, whores, and adult-show performers. He made the girls rich, and in doing so amassed a fortune of his own whilst still a teenager.
