the copy in the public library in Cologne that I read as a kid had a fairly self-produced feel, I do remember it was printed in Belgium (and bound with the plastic things you get at a "copy shop") so I guess that was the 1977 original edition... (nowadays I have a British edition from the early 1980s which, I guess, is the edition that most people had until recently)
I got Lee Collins' autobiography "Oh didn't he ramble" and the Bunk Johnson biography by Mike Hazeldine and Barry Martyn recently at a used bookstore... the Collins' autobiography is easily recommended if you find it, an interesting life turned into a sequence of entertaining stories, most of them not from the center of jazz history - but that's not necessarily a minus. The Bunk Johnson book is nice to have but not necessarily fun to read... It feels like the authors report more or less all the information they have, leading to an incredibly uneven pace in the story. The book begins with an inconclusive chapter on whether Johnson was born in 1879 or 1889 with many arguments given in favor of both positions... Generally, not a whole lot is known about Bunk's early years and there is little the authors could do about it... For Bunk's career between, say 1920 and the time of his rediscovery around 1940, the amount of information is about right. Then, Johnson fell in with a group of fairly pedantic people who carefully documented all of his movements... And, to their credit, I can totally see why they followed Johnson so closely, after all they were fans, they did loads of stuff to advance his career and to them things unfolded in real time... The fault - if there is one - is clearly with the authors of the book... At some point around page 70 out of 250 densely printed pages, as we reach the final eight years of Bunk's long life the pace gets incredibly slow... You read where Bunk got his chicken sandwich, went on a detour for a drink, met the cousin of someone he hadn't seen in 35 years... when I first read a page like that, I expected something totally remarkable to happen next - say, he declares war on Japan - because why else would you document a particular day in such detail... but, instead, Bunk plays a concert that's not well attended and doesn't arrive at home until 8am... and no, not every day in Bunk's final eight years is documented in that much detail but many are... less than a hundred pages to go but I am not sure whether I'll be able to finish this book...