Well written yes, but not addictive, and it relies far too heavily on the reader having read as much as James.
It should come with a jacket caveat stating: ‘Please read all of Joseph Conrad’s work before opening’.
Intriguing as much as it is indulgent, James cannot help repeatedly referencing his impending — but not-quite-imminent — death.
Understandable, of course, but it becomes almost blasé. James fans will no doubt be enamoured, but otherwise, stick to your own reading list.