I can well understand the critical applause which greeted this publication: it begins with a remarkably acute recreation of Burra's background and early years. But - as if drunk on the incredible wealth of the Burra archive - it soon degenerates into a tiresome chronology of Burra's rackety maturity, lurching between bars, brothels and endless squalid liaisons... great fun for connoisseurs of Britain's twentieth-century Bohemian low-life but totally unrevealing of Burras's artistic vision. There is no informed analysis of Burra's pictorial craft. There is not a single reproduction of Burra's painting in the whole of this publication - which compounds the dearth of access to his legacy in public collections. Ultimately, I found this a deeply disappointing purchase.