Although I have only rated this book two stars, I probably enjoyed it a little more than that would suggest. However, it wasn't exactly gripping, or revelatory in any way. It was amusing throughout, how the author kept on referring to the great talent of "his" star, when the book showed just how much can be achieved from so little! Divine's initial "act", when he actually tried to earn a living, rather than just appearing in John Waters' early films, seemed to consist of 10 minutes of shouting "F*ck you!" at the audience, yet they still "loved him"!
The one refreshing thing about this book was that its subject wasn't portrayed through rose-tinted glasses. Divine, or Harris Glenn Milstead, doesn't appear to have been a very nice person at all, with a pretty psychopathic attitude towards his parents and anyone who came into his orbit. It was also interesting to read about the problems that were caused by his excessive weight; the sweating, the tiredness, etc. which did contrast with the exuberant performer.
Ultimately, though, Divine turned out to be exactly what I had expected and this book did nothing to change my view of this performer, who made me laugh occasionally and whose music career at least I derived pleasure from in the 1980s.