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The book does quite a fine job of using van Gogh's own words (via his letters) to describe himself, but doesn't by any means go over the top and let Vincent tell his own story. That's good, because frankly the abundance of van Gogh's letters are boring...which isn't a damning statement, just a human one, as if you took hundreds of anyone's letters then there will necessarily be toss-off philosophies and long descriptions of inanimate objects.

An additional pleasant factor is how the author, at least for the most part, shies away from putting words in van Gogh's mouth...I so HATE authors who so adamantly believe their own philosophies that they concrete them upon the words and deeds of others. This has led to a seemingly overall belief that there are no crows in Vincent's paintings, only harbingers of van Gogh's violent outbursts, and analogies for twisted thoughts. Or...you know...it COULD just be a crow.

By backing off and simply telling the story in a well researched fashion, linking what Vincent was doing in his life with what he was painting at the time, and (via personal letters) what Vincent THOUGHT he was doing at any given time, this book provides the truest account of Vincent van Gogh that I've run across. Very enjoyable.