Minute tricklings from Watergate plumber's faucet; Will, the Autobiography of G. Gordon Liddy. Liddy New York: St. Martin's Press.

If you really insist on reading every book ever written about Watergate, then go ahead and peruse this one. Or, if you just havem to read about the strange Mr. Liddy in his own words, here's your opportunity.

But otherwise, ignore this book. When Liddy finally unzipped his lip, little of importance trickled out. Although he writes clearly, what he says is not worth most readers' time. He adds little to what's known of the important aspects of Watergate, in which he was a prime participant.

Oh, there are tidbits: detail from a closed-door court proceeding, the sketching of fellow Watergate plumber James McCord's growing bitterness.

But the book primarily reinforces the long-painted portrait of a Liddy most of us wouldn't care to know. He's physically self-wounding (by fire), obsessed with guns, repeatedly thinks about killing people, and has long been fascinated by the trappings (but apparently not the substance) of Hitler's Germany.

And he's so coldly calculating he could write of the woman he was to marry:

"I knew she was the woman I wanted to bear my children. A Teuton/Celt of high intelligence, a mathematical mind, physical, size, strength, and beauty, she had it all. I fell in love."

In all likelihood, "Will" is one book you won't fall in love with.