I read this book obsessively as a teenager, and marvelled at its grand style. Reviewing it now, it seems to owe much of its appeal to Dali's pretentious prose and characteristic love of absurdity. The author gives critiques of his contemporaries, and even provides a numerical chart measuring the "genius" and "inspiration" of painters such as Vermeer and Velasquez. But the book has too little practical advice on matters of technique, paints, etc. He spends far more time describing the mystical qualities of sea-perch eyes, and "the secret of the painter's marriage."