One wonders how such a book can get published solely based upon an authors deep-seated resentment and mind rotting envy. Clearly the author has hang ups regarding her own artistic ability and most probably in possession of a visual IQ way below average. Writing about a great artist should be the task of a great author and not given to someone evidently of an unsound mind and frigid nature. Fly away on your broomstick DS,you are way out of your depth.
This book is undoubtedly a very well researched memory and analysis of the artist. I recommend it, especially to the reader who may be an artist him/herself. At times the fine detail can become boring. Nevertheless, the recording of fine detail is an aspect of biography one shouldn't really criticise. There are some good illustrations and reproductions of his work, some thankfully in colour. At times, the author's psychotherapeutic analyses of Rockwell's preference for male companionship and favouritism for boys he used as his models for illustration become irritating. No doubt Rockwell had his preferences but I feel the author over-analysed the tiniest details in paintings and ascribed over-intricate sexual interpretations to all of them. His pictures probaby tell the truth much better