Peculiar that, in a book which starts off lamenting how little has been written about Kees van Dongen, only 20 of its 100 pages contain text about the painter - and what is written is often haughty and sentimental at the same time. Another strange thing is the seemingly random choice and order of paintings depicted: they are numerous and high quality prints, but do not indicate any chronology, and hardly any of the paintings that are explicitly mentioned as being of some crucial value in Van Dongen’s evolution as an artist are depicted! Luckily I’m reading this in the age of the internet and can look up almost any work, but I can imagine the prostration of flicking through eighty pages of paintings to look for a particularly important piece and finding out it’s not there. Strange.