Scott Thorson wrote in bluntly about his time on the side of Liberace, but what one might think, is not true: NOT it moves at the level of various Boulevard leaflets by he reveals how a sensational horny fagot most intimate secrets out of school. Rather, it provides a psychologically relatively profound insight into the inner life and the grand delusion of the once ascended from poor Walter Liberace, the success and wealth could not be implemented in favor of his own peace, but rather, from the temptations and opportunities that arise from it seduce such lies that he can not admit to until the end of his life, when he was drawn by AIDS without it and want to, literally as a pitiable man must be considered. Interesting how Thorson similarities in both biographies works out - and he does not shy away from a self-critical analysis - but also the fundamental differences between the two, who were responsible with their separation. Those who wish to, recover from the overwhelming optical Kitsch, the must deliver naturally the film with Michael Douglas and Matt Damon, which is the book recommended for Nachlektüre: it reads fluently, is built exciting and probably also through the contribution of a certain Alex Thorleifson stylistically convincing written. Slightly above average knowledge of the English vocabulary is a prerequisite. Missing was any artwork, which is why I tend only to 4 ****.
