Not the book I was intially expecting from the brief description I had seen of it, but that’s to Kisuule’s credit. It would be - I’m not going to say easy, but more straightforward - to write the “what do we do with good art by bad people?” book about Michael Jackson, and that was to be fair the kind of thing I was looking for when I picked up Neverland. That’s not quite what this is (although there is certainly some of that in here), but I was equally happy with what I found. Instead, Kisuule uses Jackson as a jumping off point to examine how we see this in ourselves and in those around us - why do we hero worship, such that this is then an issue? How do we do we deal with loved ones who are not perfect, and how do we deal with ourselves? It doesn’t absolve Jackson - doesn’t even attempt to - but paints him as a cautionary tale of generational trauma but why that’s not an excuse to carry it on. A lot to like here; I would still, though, like the “good art/bad people” book.