As for Mr. Jagger, the complaints are deep-seated. They involve credit hogging, social climbing, egomania, insecurity, unethical business behavior and - here comes a Freudian's holiday for anyone who's ever watched the bare-chested young Jagger and Richards vamp it up together - uncertain sexual identity. There's also a cool condescension about Mr. Jagger's contributions to the duo's songwriting. And a nasty nickname or two, like "Disco Boy."
In conversation about all this, Mr. Richards is emphatically blasé: "It's bound to be somewhat rough, but the point is I'm trying to tell the story from Day 1 to now," he says. And sure: "There's the odd conflict here and there. But if you weigh it all out, those things count for nothing." Mr. Richards did see to it that Mr. Jagger knew what was in the book ahead of time. "The important thing to me," he says, "was that Mick had been through it and seen it and knew what was what." And is there anything that one Stone can say about another Stone and really give offense at this point? "No."
On trouve peut-être le secret de la longévité de Richards dans les trois derniers paragraphes de l'article de Maslin.