I read this book late in the evenings because that’s what I do. I love Paris which is why I have been there several times. I am an artist and fascinated by the mostly French artists and those from elsewhere who were based there between 1880 through to more recent times. I also find the artists from the UK in that period are also fascinating. They are typically a ragged lot of individualists who like sex, art, isolation and busting up relationships. Their art is, however, brilliant and their life stories intriguing beyond the imagination that they each have been shown to possess in staggering quantities- and no I don’t like Modigliani’s drawings very much and only tolerate his sculptures. But the life he led, and the mode that he operated in or under intrigues me. This is the third or fourth artbiog I have read that was written by Michael Peppiatt. It is profoundly well written with a thoroughly balanced mix of history, biography, social interest and art stuff to keep me more than happy. Another of his great works.