This would, then, be the Groupie Mémoir of all Groupie Mémoirs (not that I know of all that many...). Des Barres's claim to fame is that she slept with a considerable number of the greatest rock stars of the free-lovin' 1960s.
I'm in two minds about this. On the one hand it's kind of refreshing to read about a woman genuinely embracing her own sexuality. On the other hand, it's also a bit depressing to realize how consistently she views both herself and aforementioned sexuality in relation to the men she has sex with.
I suppose like the rest of us, Des Barres is a child of her time, though. She grew up in the 1950s, and 4.000 years of patriarchy (probably more) are not so easily dismissed.
As a rock'n'roll mémoir, this was just as interesting as quite a few of the others I have read. Des Barres, for all the drugs she certainly took, seems to have kept a clearer mind and brighter memories than, say, Ace Frehley or the Mötley Crue, whose brains apparently shrivelled up from all the alcohol, and who don't remember much of anything any longer.
In short, this was mostly entertaining yet probably a lot more so for someone who is more into the 1960s than me.