Never any great fan of Springsteen's - which sets me apart from the rest of Sweden - I borrowed this for want of anything better to read.
Not even the low-expectations principle could save this biography, however.
The fault lies not so much in the life of the Boss as in the writing, which was so uneventful, undramatic and uninteresting that I quit after a mere 150 pages.
Most likely it would have been a lot more fun had Carlin not been such an obvious admirer of his study object. Give me Andrew Morton any day. (Although the more scathing kind of biography poses a different kind of problem, I'll admit.)