From my library …

From the back end of last year, until the early this year, I read a lot of books. Mostly by women, but all  about women, and how they made their way through life some with astonishing difficulties. I have an increasing collection of items yet to read; since my back injury has improved the need to rest and read has lessened.  However, I miss those quiet hours and would like to recapture that part of my otherwise disfavourable malady. With that in mind I return to the unread books and come across this chunky tome; by a man about a man who had none of the previously mentioned difficulties of life;  in fact it would seem he was privileged; the title tells us so.  I wonder, but not for long why it was there. It was mentioned in a recent book by Patti Smith and only a few chapters in I can understand why.  Diego Rivera was born an artist his creative spirit and ability was recognised very early and encouraged rigorously, not in a harsh way it seems but kindly and generously. There were difficulties but he was able to use them in his favour even as a very small boy.

Like I say, it is early days and a big book, although with lots of images and large font … it will be a perfect way back into a good reading regime.