It must be a week for finishing books--I finally got through the Charles M. Schulz bio on the train this morning. Very sad. For all his success, his fame and his wealth, for all the happiness he instilled in the fans of his Peanuts, the man lived a life of bitterness and regret and never truly felt he was ever loved by anyone to the very end.
As for the book itself, I found it to be wildly uneven. The author, David Michaelis, goes into such minute details in many aspects of Schulz's life but almost totally ignores others. For instance, I've learned more about the husband of the woman who was the life model of the Little Red Headed Girl than of most of Schulz's own children, who remain ciphers throughout the book. Also, Michaelis takes a few tangents from biography and slips into analyzing the Peanuts strip. While what he has to say about it is interesting, he pretty much ignores the early years of the strip along with any discussion of some of the major characters like Peppermint Patty.
All in all, I guess I'm glad that I read it even though my feelings about its subject have been vastly altered (Charles M. Schulz was one of my childhood heroes.) I feel a need to go back and read the Peanuts collections to remind myself that I fell in love with the work and not the man.