A defining text on classical music? Definitely not. A fun romp that provides the faintest toehold on the giant edifice of the classics? Yes. There's nothing deep or profound in Seb Hunter's "Rock Me Amadeus", and at times it's perhaps a little *too* gonzo, but as a cross between a guide to the great classics for pop connoisseurs and the diary of someone whose brainwave of immersion learning was a bit more than he expected, it's a fine book. Very readable, filled with witty (or just pain silly) asides (was Felix Mendelssohn really the Paul Samwell-Smith of classical music? Good question.), and - perhaps most tellingly - a cynical outside view of the sheer weight of capital-C Culture which has grown up around what was originally entertainment for the masses. If you're expecting insights into the great classics, this isn't the book for you. But if you're curious about the classics but never had a clue where to start and have always been too embarrassed to ask the po-faced aficionados, this is a good place to look.