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Nov 29, 2008
Man I struggled with this one - so many details, all presented as if they were equally important - it felt like so many tiny rocks dropped on my head. The death of her first husband in a possibly-suicidal car crash is hardly given more time than her process of learning to paint with car enamel. Or maybe my real problem with the book is with its subject: while I admire her determination and guts and fierceness and self-confidence no end, I am not actually a fan of Judy Chicago's art. Actually
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Jan 22, 2008
Unlike the other books on my "never finished" shelve I do intend to finish this book one day. One of the reasons I am not finishing it now is because it is due back at the library soon and so far reading it has been like slowly walking up a mountain, while inspecting every blade of grass. So far this reads like someone's undergraduate art history thesis. There is a lot of "though so-and-so left no record of their life this is what someone who was a similiar age, ethnic make-up, a
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