Huge stars, Philip Norman tells us, normally have an inner void — a troubled, needy soul in need of huge amounts of attention. That’s what gives them their drive. But Mick Jagger is different. He was a happy, well-adjusted middle-class boy. He had a loving family. He was clever, athletic and attractive to girls. One day he met a boy on the London platform at Dartford station who dressed like a beatnik and had sticking-out ears. It was Keith Richards. If you want detail in this 600-page book, it’s all here. The drug bust in Sussex. Altamont. The women. The fact he’s still got all his hair.
