The title of this review is a quote by Paul Klee. It helped me to know and like the work of Paul Klee. This book discusses the artist, Paul Klee, (his thoughts and work) a lot. I agreed with the author about the genius of Klee.
This book is esoteric and obtuse but as an artist it kind of made sense to me. I liked all the artistic references. I felt at home. I remember looking over all my father’s gigantic art books too. I also know cancer having witnessed my sister dying from cancer and both my daughter and mother being diagnosed with cancer at different times and stages in their lives.
Not the easiest listen. But extremely interesting as this author must ponder his own dying and not dying. The book has some humor, humor in the face of adversity.
My own son’s name is Joshua like the auther’s name. I could relate to the diaries of the author’s mother most. No one can bare to see their children suffer. The author deals with and thinks about family a lot. He ponders his relationship to his father in moving ways.
It’s an amazing run on sentence, a jumble of thoughts, feelings, actions juxtaposing art, philosophy, pain, suffering, strategies for surviving cancer, hallucinations, sex, relationships with women in his life. The author pondering am I going crazy or dying? The book feels a little like madness. Almost dying of cancer must feel like going crazy.
I would rather have had a less ostentatious reader. The reader was good but I wanted a more humble reader. I would much rather have had the author read this aloud to me.
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