Years ago I had an open house in San Jose, California, showing off my artwork in my giant 5 car garage studio space. It had a large couch in the middle with the walls covered with my drawings, paintings, and studies. A good friend of mine was sitting on the couch during the open house, sitting perfectly still while people talked and moved around him. I went over and sat down next to him and asked him what he was thinking. He said, "I just realized this is what it is like roaming around inside your mind." I loved that response.
This book is very much the same. It reads at first like a series of disconnected essays, stories, letters that don't immediately make sense. But little by little you start to see, not just a story develop (a memoir of Nick's life) but a set of smudged, partial and whole fingerprints defining who he is in the worlds of music, love, religion, spirituality, intellect, self-awareness and humor.
The emphasis stays on the set of fingerprints, something you have to discern, not the cut and dried story that you only have to read through. What I ended up with was feeling like I knew him pretty darn well. And I liked him.