it's difficult to assess in a literary manner a book about edie sedgwick, because like her life, all works about her come through as fragmented/torn in pieces/collage-type depictions. it's only because edie's life really was like such. i had the book for a week before i started to read it and associate the text with images. i think david dalton did an admirable job of capturing the nature of edie's lightning flash through life, in and out of warhol and dylan, icons of the era, because it was like that, david was a witness, as were the commentators in the book, including myself. the book layout is helter-skelter, and so was edie's life. love it or leave it, the book is a faithful impression. it's not for criticism, it's to have for a midnight snack before being unable to sleep. all in all i can say if you want a real taste of edie sedgewick in the mid-sixties, this is it. billy name.