This was an easy read book about a man who could not fit into ordinary society. He found his love of words in jail and then well meaning people decided that his talent must be encouraged. Jim floundered in society where he was paraded as a genius playwright, few realized his flaws as he captured their attention with his story telling. He ended up an outcast drunk.
This account gives an excellent portrayal of what a lost decade the Seventies in Australia was. The Sydney theatre scene and the people who inhabited the so-called Arts Council Enlightenment behaving without any moral compass, their social conscience a veneer of middle-class selfishness devoid of any firsthand knowledge of life on the other side of the tracks. It was all a misguided game that unravelled when confronted by a man who had been brutalised and whose hide they were happy to see hanging on their shed.