So I finally got myself a copy of Black Crow (to read on a plane flight) and finished reading it a week or so ago. I have to be honest, I thought it was pretty terribly written, it sounded like someone was telling while while half-drunk and someone else just wrote the exact words that were used. I know sports biography writers often use "dumbed down" language to try to make it sound more like it comes from the sportsman in question, but it's not as though I associate McLeod with being a poor speaker in any way.
The book was fascinating, but probably went on a bit, especially at the end when there were a good 15 different tributes to McLeod the player and the man. The whole Tyson/Hewitt thing was necessary for such a book, but very clearly did the whole "I'll present both sides of the story in a transparent attempt to appear unbiased, but then paint my side as clearly the correct one" thing that every biography does.
Ricciuto's book came across in a similar way to what you're describing.





