This is a light-hearted little book written by an author whose musical
qualifications far outrank his humour which is decidedly juvenile.
However, if you can tolerate( or preferably skip) the endless introductory
blurb and realise that the plethora of names frequently referred to is totally
irrelevant, the book may improve as it gets into the swing of things.
The humour is generally vulgar, less than adult which may render it inoffensive.
It can be quite funny. The author has a good eye for the ridiculous and uses
this in quite an amusing way to lampoon concert audiences. Albeit fairly
well hidden, the book contains some useful information for the newcomer to
music although if such a newcomer is an earnest seeker after knowledge I
doubt if this is the book he would choose.
The book can be best recommended as an accompaniment to a tedious and
delay-ridden journey by public transport because it does raise several smiles
and even the odd snigger.
And, incidentally, real music-lovers would not sleep in a slow movement!