Long considered something of a classic, I was very pleased to receive this book as an unexpected gift. Unfortunately I was left disappointed, as Rowell's tone is far too smug and self-satisfied for my liking. I was (constantly) minded of Alan Partridge's fictional autobiography, with its repeated end-of-chapter refrain of "Needless to say, I had the last laugh".
A lot of the information is dated, but equipment isn't the main focus of the book. Rowell concentrates on vision and photographic development, topics which should be of more interest to the intermediate/advanced photographer than f/stop explanations and jpeg vs Raw discussions. Some of the photography is very good - and some of the writing does provide food for thought - but if you're sensitive to a writer's voice you might find Rowell's pervasive lack of humility grating. There is insight in here, but all too often it is presented in a manner I found off-putting. Others might disagree, but to me Rowell came across more conceited know-all than wise mentor.
Each to their own, but I found the book slow going, and whenever I pick it up to re-read a chapter, and give it another chance, I'm almost instantly reminded of why I was turned off in the first place.