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No more than just a superficial look at the dear Mr. Rops, which is hardly a damning comment, as that's exactly what the book is supposed to be---merely a chapbook-like glimpse at the artist. I do wish the author would have gone a BIT more in depth, though, as each text page has an inordinate amount of slacking white space, and it would seem dutiful to use it in some manner, if not with some more art, than more words, more words, more life. Also, as with so many art books (why do the scoundrels do this?) much text is tossed away by explaining what I'm looking at in a piece of art. "Ahh, this panel, according to the text, has a devilish man soliciting a lady. Why, I never could have guessed that by merely looking at the painting! Bravo, dear Explainer!"

Criticisms aside, if you just need a quick Rops snack, this pops into your brain quite nicely.