Heylin presents Welles as an iconoclast and outcast, constantly battling the Hollywood establishment in order to remain true to his artistic vision. That has the potential to be a great story, and I was really looking forward to it, because "Citizen Kane" happens to be my favorite movie. Sadly, beyond hinting at the treasure we lost to censorship, this book had no emotional hooks. It's a vague and fumbling story, too little aware of the Welles' innate talent to show what a tragedy his suppression was. Beyond presenting a more balanced narrative than the usual "destroyed by his own demons" tale usually told of Welles, I didn't find this to be all that useful.