Stuart Sutcliffe

Last night I finished reading the biography of Stuart Sutcliffe, the fifth member of the Beatles. It was one of those books that made me anxious to reach the last page for fear of finishing it. I wanted it to go on and on, almost as if it didn't reveal enough about the man. I found this book so fascinating, and I can't put my finger on the reason why. It isn't the writing, or the writing style, but the man himself that fascinated me. I haven't felt this haunted by a biography since I read Johnny Cash's autobiography - another man whom I find endlessly fascinating, sometimes for reasons unknown to me.

I usually find autobiographies and biographies uninvolving, but the ones I've read about these two men have left me haunted. I still can't stop thinking about the book and I have a feeling it will stay with me for a while. It's even interfering with my writing, as if it has drained me of all my creative energy. It has also left me with a strong desire to see some of Stuart's paintings. I am, to say the very least, intrigued.