Being a reader who always judges a book by its cover, I was spot on with `The Pornographer of Vienna'. The enticing dust-cover aside, the story itself was totally gripping. I read it in a couple of sittings and was carried along by the pace of the writing and the refreshing use of language: Crofts seems to cook up mind-bending metaphors at will and is particularly strong on dpicting the tension between characters. It is, more or less, the tale of the tortured artist, which I thought I had heard before: all the navel-gazing, ear-slashing, whatever. But this blew me away. The rebellious and flawed Schiele is fascinating, erotic, inspiring, tragic, spinning unavoidably to his fate. Well worth the effort.