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The memoir feels so visceral and personal—I wonder how much of that was a conscious choice to be brutally honest versus instinctive storytelling.

His talent and charisma are undeniable, but the choices he makes are heartbreaking. It made me wonder how readers reconcile admiration with concern.

The writing often feels like poetry, which adds a haunting beauty to the dark subject matter. I'm curious whether that was a deliberate stylistic choice or evolved naturally.