As a young teenager,i enjoyed the Doors' philosophical pop-tunes on birth,life and death.In 1998,i was departing a flight ,from Munich to O'Hare,and noticed a passanger's rucksack ,on the strap-handle.It was signed by Robby Krieger.Their influence is global and contemporary.All their albums are still great.Back in 1985,i had discovered this paperback on Jim and the Doors.I think the authors were trying to tap into the spirit of JM and relay it to the reading public.The writing is rather weak and puerile.Well,i felt that a media-shaped picture was presented,and not the overall real portrait of Jim and Pamela.It gives no solid historical background,no psychological insight or current info ,on the whole rock group either.It's a flippy,dippy,hippie look at the whole experience. What did amaze me,was that Jim was able to take a novelist's or philosopher's thoughts ,and channel their energies and writings into some rather catchy top-ten rock songs.Eventhough Jim,like so many other young 60's people,was just vocally responding to the swift social changes occuring before their very eyes.There is no discussion about Jim being a modern shaman,trapped in the Western Christian world.This is sadly considered thee definitive book on the Morrison & the Doors.I love Oliver Stone's movies,except one. Oliver Stone's 'Doors' flick ,shows a flippy-dippy drunken-sailor Morrison ,meandering the stygian flow of the music and a ridiculous view of the wiccan hand-fasting.Everyone who knew Jim personally ,panned the film. A better book and an even better movie can still be produced.
Update:Check out the book,"The Doors by the Doors",by Ben Fong Torres.

This is well written, albeit lacking in a more in-depth look at Jim Morrison. Instead, the book focuses on the less flattering aspects of Jim, including his supposed lack of respect for life - his or anyone else's. It describes a talented man who squanders his gifts and gets more recognition as a rock star than as a poet. Was he Jim the philosopher? The poet? The Lizard King? The Back-Door Man? The foul-mouthed alcoholic clown? In this book the people he met were fools, his friends were addicted hangers-on, the women believed whatever they wanted to hear from Jim (and sometimes they DIDN'T want to hear it). He is made out to be a misunderstood rock poet who's drug and alcohol induced life was cut short in Paris. Some say it never happened. Whatever. I personally enjoyed this book and I have read it a few times for my enjoyment. Everybody can come forth and say that Jim was like that or no he wasn't. Many women will claim that SHE was his true love (like it really matters), and every friend or fan will argue what truths there are told about Jim Morrison. Only Jim knows, and he isn't talking.