Published in 1994, a slightly different time, about a poacher who lived in a very different time, this book is so nonlinear, so convoluted, that making sense of any of it is a chore to say the least. This is the story of a "famous ivory hunter" supposedly, however much of this hodgepodge is about the people researching the history and his acquaintances interspersed with tales of the man. Sadly, the man himself did have some fantastic stories, most of which appear to be severely embellished, but as a big game hunter he was as the other "famous ivory hunters" were; poachers and slaughterers of wildlife with no regard for law and little regard for game. As a man, he appears to have been a destitute man of his own making who had a talent for writing. Lastly, his sexuality is questioned over and over again and again in this book... quite a phobic writing. One would do better reading John Howard Taylor's own works, not this.