When this first came out it seemed to me to be just another edition of Martin's documentary style of photography that I found slightly crude, perhaps cheap, and certainly bilious in its colours. I'll state upfront that I disliked Martin Parr's images from the word go when I first saw one of his first exhibitions, well before he became famous.
Perhaps it is the sheer ubiquity of his work in general and this book in particular that has steered me into being more accepting his work but I am beginning to incline toward the historical position of this book's images in these interesting times as the crowbar that has opened the door of meaning and of value of them, for me.
This book just goes to show how little I knew back then I suppose, as over time I have come to actually appreciate the quality and value of his documentary style, though I still find his colours bilious; and so, now, reluctantly, I feel obliged to concede this book's rightful place as one of the more important documentary essays of our times.