Title: A LOATHSOME, VACUOUS, WORTHLESS VOLUME
Review: If there ever was an art book that you shouldn't waste your time with, this is the one! Written as an exercise in pure egomania, the only thing Collings manages to communicate is how little he respects his readers' intelligence, taste, or personal integrity. The relentless "I'm oh so smart and sophisticated, while you're not and never will be" screed gets really old after about 3 pages but drones on until the bitter end. No need for Syrup of Ipecac when you have a monograph like this around! About the only thing one can learn from such a sorry excuse for a book is not to waste more money on any other birdcage liner the (putative) author has dumped into the marketplace. I felt bad that the lowest grade I could give it was one star: it actually deserved a minus five.
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