While there's been a lot written about Christopher Ciccone's book - "I'm Madonna's Brother, Me" - the piece in yesterday's Sunday Times was different as Giles Hattersley has actually read the thing. Which, we suspect, is more than 99% of people who end up with a copy will actually do.
If she's that much of a miser, how come she's so generous with the drugs, eh?
A frugal woman who relies on image, married to a man with outdated social attitudes and a tendency to put his foot in it who spends time on foreign trips talking to small children? Add in the expensive homes in London and the British countryside, and she starts to sound less like The Queen Of Pop, more like the actual Queen.
Still, there are some surprising revelations in Ciccone's book:
As if there's anything left she hasn't shown the world. Twice.
Oh, if only that were true - but we suspect Ciccone would have had to have been about three years old to have snorted alongside Courtney's first line of coke. Perhaps she meant it was her first time, ever, with the brother of a top 40 star.
Hattersley's judgement is balanced - it's the "best book" about Madonna, without being especially good:
It's worth noting, though, that his current book, with all its flaws, is ghost-written.
It's unclear where Ciccone will go now - revelation has made him more famous than discretion ever did, but has ensured he will no longer be in a position to reveal any more. It's like a tiny star exploding noisly, but pointlessly, in a distant corner of the sky.