"Loving Monsters" is fiction in the form of a biography - which seems to have confused several reviewers. Possibly at the root of the fiction is the fact that the author appears in it as a character - the real James H-P is also the fictional James-the-writer who serves as a major element in the story. That and the photos. Pity some of them couldn't be published. (Or so we're told in a footnote - one never knows quite what's fiction and what's not).
Italy also appears as a character, as does war-time Egypt and there's a walk-on part for Southeast Asia. (You think that's whimsical? Places should always be characters when they appear in books).
The plot - well, there's hardly any plot. It's the story of Raymond Jerningham-Jebb as narrated to James Hamilton-Paterson, with additional material by the author. In other words, JJ provides incident, James gives commentary and rumination. Personally I found JJ quite an engaging character, far more so then JHP, whose life doesn't appear to have been anywhere near as interesting - but then, it's hard to compete with a man who laid the foundation of his fortune by cornering the filthy postcard market in 1930s Suez. From there it was but a short step to merchant banking, the Queen Mother, and Baroness Thatcher. But as JHP says in one of his somewhat wet-blanketish asides, no story can be built on mere incident. Well, he's wrong there of course, a great many are - take Dean Koontz - but no interesting, engaging, absorbing story that makes you want to just sit quietly and think for half an hour after you finish it. Which is how I felt on reaching the last pages of Monsters.
JHP - the real one - has also written a series of three comic novels arranged around the person of Gerald Samper. The first and last are works of genius. Read them after, not before, Monsters.