This book must be tackled in its entirety to be fully appreciated. And that includes the preface written by both Rankin as well as William Leith. It's not fluffed with pretty pictures of pretty men, one after another after another. It is instead strong testimony from an artist, who admittedly is far more familiar with a woman's terrain, that the male body is worthy of study, worthy of admiration, and most important, worthy of the same general acceptance as the female body is. As Leith explains it, "A naked women is in a way, not naked, but dressed with centuries of imagery ... naked women come already supplied with a narrative... Naked men need explaining.." Rankin trashes this notion!
Each image is impeccably photographed, as we'd expect from Rankin, and provides unique perspective on that individual. Young men, old men, beautiful men, and ugly men are paraded in their natural glory. The penis plays a major role here. It's not relegated to the background nor is it made the star player. It's just there, in almost every picture, part of the larger package. Altogether, it's packed with personality and is a wonderful slice of what the men amongst look like naked.
Readers looking for a fantasy or for a new vision will be disappointed - this work is purposely NOT about that. It is, nonetheless, fragrant with beauty and humor, magnificence and ridiculousness, inspiration and indignation, and (hopefully) with a new level of acceptance.