The reviewer for the journal
Notes commented that "the reader is forced to plow through page after page of erotica (some might label it pornography) in order to ferret out the most basic kind of information about the man and his music."
The Washington Posts reviewer stated that the book is "sexual fantasy and tortured personality conflict", and complained that there was little information about Mingus' music or those he played with.
The Observers reviewer believed that "Mingus has made a contribution to recent American literature that even his well-wishers could not have anticipated", and stressed that the bassist had described "what it feels like to be an artist – actually
be it, in a world that is not only trying to stop you being an artist but has tried to stop you being human in the first place." Writer
Toby Litt stated that "His autobiography is that of a profoundly troubled, often bitter man who never feels loved enough but constantly undermines those loves offered to him." Mingus' last wife,
Sue Mingus, indicated that the book was an account of "the superficial Mingus, the flashy one, not the real one." ==Legacy==