I looked forward to reading this book about Paul Blaisdell and his wife, Jackie. I had hoped to see some interesting insights into Blaisdell's inspiration.
What I got instead was a journal and the transcript of some letters between the author and Jackie. They were interesting, and sometimes a trifle surreal. The author's prose is elegant, but I didn't see a lot of insight into Blaisdell's work.
What I did see was a blossoming friendship between two correspondents -- one enthusiastic and the other reluctant. The letters were the most entertaining part of this short book for me, and they were few and far between.