Picasso Book

This is a strange half-biography of Picasso written by one of his friends and cohort of artists. I have always struggled to understand some of the more academic (or should I say more precocious) forms of artistic analysis, and this falls firmly into that category. I dislike that Gertrude Stein groups people entirely by their nationality and generalizes everything - Spain is THIS, Spaniards do THIS, Russians do THIS. I disagree with is quite a bit, and find it borders on offensive, as if we are all just our nationality. The book also fails to follow a clear timeline, jumping back and forth back and forth in a strange manner, you think she has finished covering one period and all of the sudden you are discussing it again. I can't say I am a fan of the writing style either. Overall, not a good read for me.