A fair, comprehensive history of the singer and her life. Witts sifts through a lot of testimony to get to the truth and finds it often enough, surprisingly. I still can't believe how she managed to stay alive, but Witts makes it clear that she had her support system. It's just that in terms of a moral support system, there was a major lack. However, skeptical as he is regarding much of her behavior, Witts never abandons concern or sympathy for the woman. Whenever she falls or rises, Witts documents the struggle. Despite her intelligence, Nico comes across as very bored and distracted. While this rarely makes her less than compelling, the story told by her friends is a very frustrating one. It's incredibly sad to learn that after Warhol was shot, Nico lost her one, true friend. Then her mother died and she hit the drugs very hard. Warhol as a stabilizing influence? Yes. Although as Paul Morrissey makes clear, she still courted a lot of trouble. As Witts makes clear, the real trouble began after her mother died. Enter Philippe Garrel, drugs, and the seventies. I admire much of Garrel's cinema, but it was incredibly depressing to read of their dual drug habit. A partnership sustained by heroin and their shared deprivation. Witts stresses Nico's work ethic and musical inspirations to make clear his appreciation for her music - several excellent comments from John Cale greatly elucidate the magic of their collaboration - but his telling of it all indicates a deep unease with her self-destruction. As a musicologist, he offers his own informed analyses of her songs as a counter to the junkie indulgence narrative offered by those immune to her art. If anything, Cale gains in sympathy for his own frustrations with Nico, but he is never less than professional in his evaluation of her. I love Cale's work greatly so it was gratifying that he was so diplomatic. (Witts doesn't omit mention of Cale's and Nico's contretemps, though.) Witts is circumspect in the telling of her intimate life - no doubt, to steer clear of Delon and Garrel - even if she saw so many people so as gain friends or material support. Like Warhol, Nico affects a bland (and sometimes aloof) indecisiveness as an outer defense, but it becomes very clear that it's intention is bizarrely opaque. Nico wasn't constantly on the nod so Witts leaves a lot unsaid as even he barely knew what she was on about. I can only surmise that it was an incurable response to early life stress - Witts is very strong on the postwar situation that she lived through - but her incisive self-consciousness surely belies such an idea. I'm more than disposed to give her benefit of the doubt here, but thinking on it for long yields to very sad reverie. Witts draws a very sharp portrait of the woman, but with the last two chapters of the book detailing her drug-induced descent the pain of tears almost becomes too much. There is a beautiful legacy of music, but also an awful lifetime of struggle. One could think it was the fault of the stars, but no. A very difficult person to love, but thanks to Witts not an impossible one. For good and ill, Nico shines very brightly in this book. An excellent resource for all, but be prepared for the emotional work out.