I'm surprised by the vehemence of some of the reviewers here. It's as if they've never read any art criticism in the past 30 years. An artist's "private" life is never private especially if knowing more about him or her can improve our understanding of their work. Nonetheless, I do agree with the reviewers who dis the author for too much psychobabble. Although I'm certain that biography and psychology does inform Johns' work (and all other artists), like many reviewers Johnston is really just guessing in large parts of the book. As other reviewers here say, she does seem to lose track of her story occasionally. However these complaints notwithstanding, I do have to say that when she's on, she's on. She really brings a keen eye to interpreting much of his work, and doesn't lose herself to simply formal critique like many writers writing about Johns. She does a good job of addressing his relationship to other critics and the art market, which is interesting sociologically. And finally, although she certainly goes into too much depth regarding his various relatives, a good chunk of it is interesting and relevant.