A curious book, largely because it consists of a monologue, in this case delivered by an Edwardian painter to his famous art-critic friend of many years' standing. Don't believe a word of the blurbs on the cover of the paperback edition. None of them seemed relevant to the book. In spite of the resulting disappointment, I found the story interesting . . . up to a point!
(Jeremy Swann - bwl 32 November 2005 ) |
