This book is not for the faint of heart. If you are easily nausiated by contriversial subject matter, do not buy a ticket on The Fabulous Carousels. You could find yourself locked in the 10% who judge the novel vlugar, raciest, womanizing and irromoral. For the remaining 90%, hang on for a raw look at life on the road as a professional musician in the late ’50’s to the mid ’60’s. It’s quiet a ride.