Being South African, this book hit home in many ways. Although I didn't encounter Rodriguez's music in the army (I didn't go - just in case you are wondering), he was a huge part of my university life. So many of the myths that had to be investigated were also a part of my 'knowldge bank' of Rodriguez. For example, when I looked at the cover, and it spoke about Sixto Rodriguez, I was confused as I was under the impression his name was Jesus. Naturally, the folks on the hunt for Rodriguez wasted a lot of time looking for the wrong man - Jesus Rodriguez. Little things like that really got me to enjoy the book - especially at the beginning.
Although I understand (after reading) that Rodriguez is a private man and does not want personal information revealed, it made a lot of the second section very speculative. The writers assumed he thought this, assumed he felt that, guessed his motivations... It left me wanting more, as inference, no matter how good, is not a fact.
I must confess that I felt disappointed in Rodriguez while reading this - which is not what I expected. For a man with such insightful lyrics and prominent commentary on world affairs, he could come across as 'high school bitchy' or fickle. But then, is that the writers' feelings coming across, or is that a reality? Who knows. There really wasn't that much about Rodriguez to be able to tell.
The part that touched me the most was the making of the documentary. The source material was reliable and therefore, no speculation, just facts. I was genuinely upset to hear what happened to Malik - the director.
The writing was fine. I have read non-fiction which has a better quality of writing, but it did not detract from the telling of the tale. In fact, what I thought was odd, was that the best writing happened when they were discussing the music. I did find somethings were a bit jumpy in places, and that the flow could have been improved a bit.
I should mention one thing that I loved about reading this. The writers would pop random lines from the songs in in places. Whenever I would read those, they sounded in my head as a clip from the song - to such an extent that I had Establishment Blues stuck in my head for three days without actually hearing it once.