Motor racing nerd that I am, I found it somewhat disappointing. A preview in a motoring comic last month promised new evidence of what happened and all kinds of woo, but there was nothing in it that hadn't already appeared either in Chris Nixon's
Mon Ami Mate1, or Christopher Hilton's
Le Mans '55: The Crash That Changed the Face of Motor Racing.
Elsewhere I've seen interviews with Juan-Manuel Fangio (who credited Pierre Levegh with saving his life by giving a hand signal immediately before he hit Lance Macklin's car), Jaguar team manage FRW "Lofty" England (who was always very keen to blame Levegh and absolve Hawthorn of even the slightest shred of responsibility), and Sir Stirling Moss (who thought Mercedes should not have withdrawn from the race and also isn't dead).
Moreover, in those days champagne on the podium was strictly for
drinking. The spraying-around bobbins was first perpetrated by 1967 winner Dan Gurney - it is difficult to imagine a dedicated piss-artist like Mike Hawthorn wasting good drinkohol on something as frivolous as making the spectators damp.
I told you I was a nerd
1 - Double biography of Hawthorn and Peter Collins. Essential reading for petrolhead fanboiz but big zlotys.