This review looks at a relatively recent work (2012) that attempts to draw as complete a portrait as possible of the world’s most famous anonymous artist: Banksy.
This is a book about passion. But it is passionless and flat, weirdly autobiographical without being introspective or emotional, written extremely simply… and aimed at people who are just clearly not at all like me. No, this is not a good review. This book was a struggle. For weeks I have persisted, tried, opened it, KEEP READING
Every time I walked past this title in bookshops I sighed a bit in disgust, imagining that it was a bit Woman’s Day.
Man, was I fucking wrong.