Why read a book about Joey Bishop, someone I was never that into and who hovered in the periphery of the rat pack? For some reason I felt compelled to read this thing when I saw the cover. Maybe the fact he wasn't the top talk show host, wasn't the most compelling comedian, wasn't the nicest guy, made we want to see how this guy ticked. He certainly was everywhere in the 1960s so there's a bit of nostalgia for all the TV watching I did back then. Oddly written in that it's both complementary of the man but also quotes in length aspects of his bristly personality.