just good!!, 07 Feb 2008
Its simply a very nice quality book, filled with really good quality stuff that felt worth the price, no way disappointing! I live in a house with textile student and fine art students who all want to buy it now!

In 1980 a curious discovery was made above a disused synagogue at 19 Princelet Street in the East End of London. A room, summarily abandoned years before, was found with everything more or less in its original state, even down to porridge on the stove and the imprint of a head on a pillow. The room's occupant, David Rodinsky, was a reclusive cabbalistic Jewish scholar who had, one day in the late 60s, simply vanished from his home; what became of him no one knew. The mystery of Rodinsky caused a mild flurry of excitement; writer and East-End chronicler Iain Sinclair wrote an essay for The London Review of Books entitled "The Man Who Became A Room" and subsequently expanded this as a chapter in his book Downriver but it was not until artist Rachel Lichtenstein became involved with the story that the true quest for David Rodinsky began. Lichtenstein's search paralleled her desire to investigate her own Jewish roots; the bond she felt with this elusive man whom no one could describe, of whom not one photograph seemed to exist, was incredible. The resulting book is a unique and fascinating collaboration between Lichtenstein and Sinclair and uses interweaving narratives to recreate the history of Rodinsky, "The Man Who Never Was". Sinclair's speculating, mythology-rich essays on Jewish culture, folklore and history blend skilfully with Lichtenstein's breathless detective story, which becomes as much autobiography as biography as the story gathers pace.--Catherine Taylor

just good!!, 07 Feb 2008
Its simply a very nice quality book, filled with really good quality stuff that felt worth the price, no way disappointing! I live in a house with textile student and fine art students who all want to buy it now!

A bit disappointed., 06 Aug 2006
This type of search after the past always attracts me, and it starts well. But there should have been a warning about the extreme density of Iain Sinclair's prose. He's pretty well known as a writer, so maybe it's my fault that I didn't know.
His prose is dense, with lots of random name-dropping, and to my taste, tedious. Not all the time. He has, for me, flashes of brilliance, but like a previous reviewer says, too much of it is like a sendup of "Pseud's corner".

Madman or Visionary, 04 Dec 2000
David Rodinsky, madman and/or visionary disappeared from his room above a disused East London synagogue, never to be seen again. His room - for that was all that was left -remained locked and lost until it was "rediscovered" in the early 1980's. Is there anything about this room that that makes it special? Stories emerge continually about the reclusive, too confused or too intelligent to deal with the modern world, who are found surrounded by the detritus of their lives. What makes Rodinsky's room different is the absence of a body, we cannot be shown "this is why this is", no pathetic creature stumbling ranting and mumbling to whoever their god is, no closure. It becomes a locked room mystery, the type of fiction made famous by another man more myth than reality, Edgar Allen Poe. The room becomes a cipher, for Rachel Lichtenstein, as she unravels her Jewish heritage, becomes reconciled with it and moves to her future. As for Iain Sinclair - ever the well connected London chancer - the room gives him another pretext for a walk across the pages of the London A - Z. For once his visionary view of London is left flat footed by Litchtenstein's near obsessional quest for Rodinsky and the Jews of East London. Rodinsky's Room is also about time. A room frozen as if on the event horizon of a Black Hole, it also defined the instant of it's rediscovery . Old London was disappearing, the political strife and rubbish filled streets of the late 1970's were swept away under the tide of the new Tory Government .Peter Ackroyd states in his brilliant London The Biography , strife and filth have been central to London for centuries, and some of this past was about to disappear. Margaret Thatcher declaimed "there is no such thing as society" as waves of yuppies started their surge across the city. Hunter S Thompson once said with the right eyes you could see where the wave of the Hippy ideals broke and rolled back. In the 1980's with eyes filled with fear and loathing you could watch a false moneyed, self obsessed wave, break across London. From the East End to Notting Hill in the West, filling and surging down the Northern line to Tooting Bec in the South. The Liberal Left, the Intelligentsia, the "chattering classes" battened down their hatches and readied themselves to ride out the storm. Many looked backwards, to a time of community. The GLC parties and concerts of the time brought people together. Some marched for CND and the Coal Miners. Others looked further back, Georgian Houses squatted in Spitalfields, an attempt to forget the 20th Century for a while. Central to this was the publication of Peter Ackroyd's Hawksmoor, taking all to an arcane, mythic London, to older horrors away from present terrors. London gripped by material greed developed an ethereal edge. At this time writer Joe Cushley was convinced he was confronted by Cerberus the dog guardian of Hades. Late one night in a park by the Thames he was confronted by two Rottweiller's and a black Alsatian , as quickly as they materialised they were called away by their unseen master . The worst thing he said was not the fear, but his fear was controlled not by the dogs but by something he could not see. I cannot think of a less subtle metaphor for London in the 80's. Rodinsky's Room, a place out of time, ripe for rediscovery, an anchor to a lost community, to all lost communities. The book is a fascinating and compelling read, although we learn little about it's subject , we learn much about Rachel Lichtchstein, who, while discovering herself , seems to create a Golem out of the dust in Rodinsky's attic. Once she is secure, her Golem, Rodinsky, and as we all eventually will, return to nothing but dust in a room.

Very interesting topic, could have been written better, 03 Jun 2000
Initially, I was very excited to read this book, as I had read the existing reviews and found the topic fascinating. Moreso as a student interested in Jewish history. However upon reading the book, i was disapointed to find it disjointed and difficult to follow in parts. In my opinion the problem stems from the sequence of chapters, which were written by Lichtenstein and Sinclair consecutively. I found Lichtensteins chapters the most interesting, as she concentrated on her search for information about David Rodinsky, whereas Sinclair, seemed to write about other East End figures, which I could not connect with Rodinsky. In this respect I struggled to see the relevance of a whole chapter dedicated to these people. Personally I find it unfortunate as it is truly a unique topic for a book, and it could have been written far better had Rachel Lichtenstein undergone to task of writing alone.

An absorbing piece of research into an unknown person., 16 May 2000
I was intrigued by the story of David Rodinsky when I read the first reviews on publication. Having now read it, I would say that it would have been a better read if it had been left to Rachel Lichtenstein to write by herself.Her narrative is interesting about her quest to find out about this mysterious person and also about her own Jewish roots. I became quite irritated by the inclusion of Iain Sinclair's ramblings, because thats what they were. If you read this book you can skip his sections and that won't hold you up in getting to the main thrust of what I see as the important thing-"who was Rodinsky?" We finally find out what happened to him, but in the end have learnt only very little about him.Was he a schnorrer or tzaddik? The book does give some little insight into the life of early twentieth century London jewry. I found the bits about the remnants of Polish Jewry still alive , but dying out fast,in Poland,interesting. All in all an intriguing story. Only three stars though. Sinclair spoils it for me.

A most moving search for roots., 03 Apr 2000
This is a most wonderful search for the true identity of someone who seemed to have no identity. In searching the author finds her own roots and settles her own doubts about her identity. It is part investigative thriller and part self exploration. I did find the parts written by Sinclair too intrusive and would have liked them to be put into another book. The visit to Poland was most moving and the highlight of the book.

just good!!, 07 Feb 2008
Its simply a very nice quality book, filled with really good quality stuff that felt worth the price, no way disappointing! I live in a house with textile student and fine art students who all want to buy it now!

A bit disappointed., 06 Aug 2006
This type of search after the past always attracts me, and it starts well. But there should have been a warning about the extreme density of Iain Sinclair's prose. He's pretty well known as a writer, so maybe it's my fault that I didn't know.
His prose is dense, with lots of random name-dropping, and to my taste, tedious. Not all the time. He has, for me, flashes of brilliance, but like a previous reviewer says, too much of it is like a sendup of "Pseud's corner".

Madman or Visionary, 04 Dec 2000
David Rodinsky, madman and/or visionary disappeared from his room above a disused East London synagogue, never to be seen again. His room - for that was all that was left -remained locked and lost until it was "rediscovered" in the early 1980's. Is there anything about this room that that makes it special? Stories emerge continually about the reclusive, too confused or too intelligent to deal with the modern world, who are found surrounded by the detritus of their lives. What makes Rodinsky's room different is the absence of a body, we cannot be shown "this is why this is", no pathetic creature stumbling ranting and mumbling to whoever their god is, no closure. It becomes a locked room mystery, the type of fiction made famous by another man more myth than reality, Edgar Allen Poe. The room becomes a cipher, for Rachel Lichtenstein, as she unravels her Jewish heritage, becomes reconciled with it and moves to her future. As for Iain Sinclair - ever the well connected London chancer - the room gives him another pretext for a walk across the pages of the London A - Z. For once his visionary view of London is left flat footed by Litchtenstein's near obsessional quest for Rodinsky and the Jews of East London. Rodinsky's Room is also about time. A room frozen as if on the event horizon of a Black Hole, it also defined the instant of it's rediscovery . Old London was disappearing, the political strife and rubbish filled streets of the late 1970's were swept away under the tide of the new Tory Government .Peter Ackroyd states in his brilliant London The Biography , strife and filth have been central to London for centuries, and some of this past was about to disappear. Margaret Thatcher declaimed "there is no such thing as society" as waves of yuppies started their surge across the city. Hunter S Thompson once said with the right eyes you could see where the wave of the Hippy ideals broke and rolled back. In the 1980's with eyes filled with fear and loathing you could watch a false moneyed, self obsessed wave, break across London. From the East End to Notting Hill in the West, filling and surging down the Northern line to Tooting Bec in the South. The Liberal Left, the Intelligentsia, the "chattering classes" battened down their hatches and readied themselves to ride out the storm. Many looked backwards, to a time of community. The GLC parties and concerts of the time brought people together. Some marched for CND and the Coal Miners. Others looked further back, Georgian Houses squatted in Spitalfields, an attempt to forget the 20th Century for a while. Central to this was the publication of Peter Ackroyd's Hawksmoor, taking all to an arcane, mythic London, to older horrors away from present terrors. London gripped by material greed developed an ethereal edge. At this time writer Joe Cushley was convinced he was confronted by Cerberus the dog guardian of Hades. Late one night in a park by the Thames he was confronted by two Rottweiller's and a black Alsatian , as quickly as they materialised they were called away by their unseen master . The worst thing he said was not the fear, but his fear was controlled not by the dogs but by something he could not see. I cannot think of a less subtle metaphor for London in the 80's. Rodinsky's Room, a place out of time, ripe for rediscovery, an anchor to a lost community, to all lost communities. The book is a fascinating and compelling read, although we learn little about it's subject , we learn much about Rachel Lichtchstein, who, while discovering herself , seems to create a Golem out of the dust in Rodinsky's attic. Once she is secure, her Golem, Rodinsky, and as we all eventually will, return to nothing but dust in a room.

Very interesting topic, could have been written better, 03 Jun 2000
Initially, I was very excited to read this book, as I had read the existing reviews and found the topic fascinating. Moreso as a student interested in Jewish history. However upon reading the book, i was disapointed to find it disjointed and difficult to follow in parts. In my opinion the problem stems from the sequence of chapters, which were written by Lichtenstein and Sinclair consecutively. I found Lichtensteins chapters the most interesting, as she concentrated on her search for information about David Rodinsky, whereas Sinclair, seemed to write about other East End figures, which I could not connect with Rodinsky. In this respect I struggled to see the relevance of a whole chapter dedicated to these people. Personally I find it unfortunate as it is truly a unique topic for a book, and it could have been written far better had Rachel Lichtenstein undergone to task of writing alone.

An absorbing piece of research into an unknown person., 16 May 2000
I was intrigued by the story of David Rodinsky when I read the first reviews on publication. Having now read it, I would say that it would have been a better read if it had been left to Rachel Lichtenstein to write by herself.Her narrative is interesting about her quest to find out about this mysterious person and also about her own Jewish roots. I became quite irritated by the inclusion of Iain Sinclair's ramblings, because thats what they were. If you read this book you can skip his sections and that won't hold you up in getting to the main thrust of what I see as the important thing-"who was Rodinsky?" We finally find out what happened to him, but in the end have learnt only very little about him.Was he a schnorrer or tzaddik? The book does give some little insight into the life of early twentieth century London jewry. I found the bits about the remnants of Polish Jewry still alive , but dying out fast,in Poland,interesting. All in all an intriguing story. Only three stars though. Sinclair spoils it for me.

A most moving search for roots., 03 Apr 2000
This is a most wonderful search for the true identity of someone who seemed to have no identity. In searching the author finds her own roots and settles her own doubts about her identity. It is part investigative thriller and part self exploration. I did find the parts written by Sinclair too intrusive and would have liked them to be put into another book. The visit to Poland was most moving and the highlight of the book.

Very interesting, not at all as i imagined, 30 Mar 2002
Nick Kaye writes this book about performance art and specifically mentions various artist/ performers and photographs of their work. The book is very interesting although i wish there had been more about sculpture. i thought the book was very well written and helped me tremendously understand the insights into site specific art

just good!!, 07 Feb 2008
Its simply a very nice quality book, filled with really good quality stuff that felt worth the price, no way disappointing! I live in a house with textile student and fine art students who all want to buy it now!

A bit disappointed., 06 Aug 2006
This type of search after the past always attracts me, and it starts well. But there should have been a warning about the extreme density of Iain Sinclair's prose. He's pretty well known as a writer, so maybe it's my fault that I didn't know.
His prose is dense, with lots of random name-dropping, and to my taste, tedious. Not all the time. He has, for me, flashes of brilliance, but like a previous reviewer says, too much of it is like a sendup of "Pseud's corner".

Madman or Visionary, 04 Dec 2000
David Rodinsky, madman and/or visionary disappeared from his room above a disused East London synagogue, never to be seen again. His room - for that was all that was left -remained locked and lost until it was "rediscovered" in the early 1980's. Is there anything about this room that that makes it special? Stories emerge continually about the reclusive, too confused or too intelligent to deal with the modern world, who are found surrounded by the detritus of their lives. What makes Rodinsky's room different is the absence of a body, we cannot be shown "this is why this is", no pathetic creature stumbling ranting and mumbling to whoever their god is, no closure. It becomes a locked room mystery, the type of fiction made famous by another man more myth than reality, Edgar Allen Poe. The room becomes a cipher, for Rachel Lichtenstein, as she unravels her Jewish heritage, becomes reconciled with it and moves to her future. As for Iain Sinclair - ever the well connected London chancer - the room gives him another pretext for a walk across the pages of the London A - Z. For once his visionary view of London is left flat footed by Litchtenstein's near obsessional quest for Rodinsky and the Jews of East London. Rodinsky's Room is also about time. A room frozen as if on the event horizon of a Black Hole, it also defined the instant of it's rediscovery . Old London was disappearing, the political strife and rubbish filled streets of the late 1970's were swept away under the tide of the new Tory Government .Peter Ackroyd states in his brilliant London The Biography , strife and filth have been central to London for centuries, and some of this past was about to disappear. Margaret Thatcher declaimed "there is no such thing as society" as waves of yuppies started their surge across the city. Hunter S Thompson once said with the right eyes you could see where the wave of the Hippy ideals broke and rolled back. In the 1980's with eyes filled with fear and loathing you could watch a false moneyed, self obsessed wave, break across London. From the East End to Notting Hill in the West, filling and surging down the Northern line to Tooting Bec in the South. The Liberal Left, the Intelligentsia, the "chattering classes" battened down their hatches and readied themselves to ride out the storm. Many looked backwards, to a time of community. The GLC parties and concerts of the time brought people together. Some marched for CND and the Coal Miners. Others looked further back, Georgian Houses squatted in Spitalfields, an attempt to forget the 20th Century for a while. Central to this was the publication of Peter Ackroyd's Hawksmoor, taking all to an arcane, mythic London, to older horrors away from present terrors. London gripped by material greed developed an ethereal edge. At this time writer Joe Cushley was convinced he was confronted by Cerberus the dog guardian of Hades. Late one night in a park by the Thames he was confronted by two Rottweiller's and a black Alsatian , as quickly as they materialised they were called away by their unseen master . The worst thing he said was not the fear, but his fear was controlled not by the dogs but by something he could not see. I cannot think of a less subtle metaphor for London in the 80's. Rodinsky's Room, a place out of time, ripe for rediscovery, an anchor to a lost community, to all lost communities. The book is a fascinating and compelling read, although we learn little about it's subject , we learn much about Rachel Lichtchstein, who, while discovering herself , seems to create a Golem out of the dust in Rodinsky's attic. Once she is secure, her Golem, Rodinsky, and as we all eventually will, return to nothing but dust in a room.

Very interesting topic, could have been written better, 03 Jun 2000
Initially, I was very excited to read this book, as I had read the existing reviews and found the topic fascinating. Moreso as a student interested in Jewish history. However upon reading the book, i was disapointed to find it disjointed and difficult to follow in parts. In my opinion the problem stems from the sequence of chapters, which were written by Lichtenstein and Sinclair consecutively. I found Lichtensteins chapters the most interesting, as she concentrated on her search for information about David Rodinsky, whereas Sinclair, seemed to write about other East End figures, which I could not connect with Rodinsky. In this respect I struggled to see the relevance of a whole chapter dedicated to these people. Personally I find it unfortunate as it is truly a unique topic for a book, and it could have been written far better had Rachel Lichtenstein undergone to task of writing alone.

An absorbing piece of research into an unknown person., 16 May 2000
I was intrigued by the story of David Rodinsky when I read the first reviews on publication. Having now read it, I would say that it would have been a better read if it had been left to Rachel Lichtenstein to write by herself.Her narrative is interesting about her quest to find out about this mysterious person and also about her own Jewish roots. I became quite irritated by the inclusion of Iain Sinclair's ramblings, because thats what they were. If you read this book you can skip his sections and that won't hold you up in getting to the main thrust of what I see as the important thing-"who was Rodinsky?" We finally find out what happened to him, but in the end have learnt only very little about him.Was he a schnorrer or tzaddik? The book does give some little insight into the life of early twentieth century London jewry. I found the bits about the remnants of Polish Jewry still alive , but dying out fast,in Poland,interesting. All in all an intriguing story. Only three stars though. Sinclair spoils it for me.

A most moving search for roots., 03 Apr 2000
This is a most wonderful search for the true identity of someone who seemed to have no identity. In searching the author finds her own roots and settles her own doubts about her identity. It is part investigative thriller and part self exploration. I did find the parts written by Sinclair too intrusive and would have liked them to be put into another book. The visit to Poland was most moving and the highlight of the book.

Very interesting, not at all as i imagined, 30 Mar 2002
Nick Kaye writes this book about performance art and specifically mentions various artist/ performers and photographs of their work. The book is very interesting although i wish there had been more about sculpture. i thought the book was very well written and helped me tremendously understand the insights into site specific art

A book for the open minded, 31 Oct 2004
This is about as complex as this review needs to be.

This is abook for anyone willing to accept that art is simply freedom of expression in any form. The most imaginative of you will be inspired by this (because there will definatly be something you've never seen before.)

Even if you're just interested in the idea of installation art, this book covers it all from every angle.

just good!!, 07 Feb 2008
Its simply a very nice quality book, filled with really good quality stuff that felt worth the price, no way disappointing! I live in a house with textile student and fine art students who all want to buy it now!

A bit disappointed., 06 Aug 2006
This type of search after the past always attracts me, and it starts well. But there should have been a warning about the extreme density of Iain Sinclair's prose. He's pretty well known as a writer, so maybe it's my fault that I didn't know.
His prose is dense, with lots of random name-dropping, and to my taste, tedious. Not all the time. He has, for me, flashes of brilliance, but like a previous reviewer says, too much of it is like a sendup of "Pseud's corner".

Madman or Visionary, 04 Dec 2000
David Rodinsky, madman and/or visionary disappeared from his room above a disused East London synagogue, never to be seen again. His room - for that was all that was left -remained locked and lost until it was "rediscovered" in the early 1980's. Is there anything about this room that that makes it special? Stories emerge continually about the reclusive, too confused or too intelligent to deal with the modern world, who are found surrounded by the detritus of their lives. What makes Rodinsky's room different is the absence of a body, we cannot be shown "this is why this is", no pathetic creature stumbling ranting and mumbling to whoever their god is, no closure. It becomes a locked room mystery, the type of fiction made famous by another man more myth than reality, Edgar Allen Poe. The room becomes a cipher, for Rachel Lichtenstein, as she unravels her Jewish heritage, becomes reconciled with it and moves to her future. As for Iain Sinclair - ever the well connected London chancer - the room gives him another pretext for a walk across the pages of the London A - Z. For once his visionary view of London is left flat footed by Litchtenstein's near obsessional quest for Rodinsky and the Jews of East London. Rodinsky's Room is also about time. A room frozen as if on the event horizon of a Black Hole, it also defined the instant of it's rediscovery . Old London was disappearing, the political strife and rubbish filled streets of the late 1970's were swept away under the tide of the new Tory Government .Peter Ackroyd states in his brilliant London The Biography , strife and filth have been central to London for centuries, and some of this past was about to disappear. Margaret Thatcher declaimed "there is no such thing as society" as waves of yuppies started their surge across the city. Hunter S Thompson once said with the right eyes you could see where the wave of the Hippy ideals broke and rolled back. In the 1980's with eyes filled with fear and loathing you could watch a false moneyed, self obsessed wave, break across London. From the East End to Notting Hill in the West, filling and surging down the Northern line to Tooting Bec in the South. The Liberal Left, the Intelligentsia, the "chattering classes" battened down their hatches and readied themselves to ride out the storm. Many looked backwards, to a time of community. The GLC parties and concerts of the time brought people together. Some marched for CND and the Coal Miners. Others looked further back, Georgian Houses squatted in Spitalfields, an attempt to forget the 20th Century for a while. Central to this was the publication of Peter Ackroyd's Hawksmoor, taking all to an arcane, mythic London, to older horrors away from present terrors. London gripped by material greed developed an ethereal edge. At this time writer Joe Cushley was convinced he was confronted by Cerberus the dog guardian of Hades. Late one night in a park by the Thames he was confronted by two Rottweiller's and a black Alsatian , as quickly as they materialised they were called away by their unseen master . The worst thing he said was not the fear, but his fear was controlled not by the dogs but by something he could not see. I cannot think of a less subtle metaphor for London in the 80's. Rodinsky's Room, a place out of time, ripe for rediscovery, an anchor to a lost community, to all lost communities. The book is a fascinating and compelling read, although we learn little about it's subject , we learn much about Rachel Lichtchstein, who, while discovering herself , seems to create a Golem out of the dust in Rodinsky's attic. Once she is secure, her Golem, Rodinsky, and as we all eventually will, return to nothing but dust in a room.

Very interesting topic, could have been written better, 03 Jun 2000
Initially, I was very excited to read this book, as I had read the existing reviews and found the topic fascinating. Moreso as a student interested in Jewish history. However upon reading the book, i was disapointed to find it disjointed and difficult to follow in parts. In my opinion the problem stems from the sequence of chapters, which were written by Lichtenstein and Sinclair consecutively. I found Lichtensteins chapters the most interesting, as she concentrated on her search for information about David Rodinsky, whereas Sinclair, seemed to write about other East End figures, which I could not connect with Rodinsky. In this respect I struggled to see the relevance of a whole chapter dedicated to these people. Personally I find it unfortunate as it is truly a unique topic for a book, and it could have been written far better had Rachel Lichtenstein undergone to task of writing alone.

An absorbing piece of research into an unknown person., 16 May 2000
I was intrigued by the story of David Rodinsky when I read the first reviews on publication. Having now read it, I would say that it would have been a better read if it had been left to Rachel Lichtenstein to write by herself.Her narrative is interesting about her quest to find out about this mysterious person and also about her own Jewish roots. I became quite irritated by the inclusion of Iain Sinclair's ramblings, because thats what they were. If you read this book you can skip his sections and that won't hold you up in getting to the main thrust of what I see as the important thing-"who was Rodinsky?" We finally find out what happened to him, but in the end have learnt only very little about him.Was he a schnorrer or tzaddik? The book does give some little insight into the life of early twentieth century London jewry. I found the bits about the remnants of Polish Jewry still alive , but dying out fast,in Poland,interesting. All in all an intriguing story. Only three stars though. Sinclair spoils it for me.

A most moving search for roots., 03 Apr 2000
This is a most wonderful search for the true identity of someone who seemed to have no identity. In searching the author finds her own roots and settles her own doubts about her identity. It is part investigative thriller and part self exploration. I did find the parts written by Sinclair too intrusive and would have liked them to be put into another book. The visit to Poland was most moving and the highlight of the book.

Very interesting, not at all as i imagined, 30 Mar 2002
Nick Kaye writes this book about performance art and specifically mentions various artist/ performers and photographs of their work. The book is very interesting although i wish there had been more about sculpture. i thought the book was very well written and helped me tremendously understand the insights into site specific art

A book for the open minded, 31 Oct 2004
This is about as complex as this review needs to be.

This is abook for anyone willing to accept that art is simply freedom of expression in any form. The most imaginative of you will be inspired by this (because there will definatly be something you've never seen before.)

Even if you're just interested in the idea of installation art, this book covers it all from every angle.

Is it art ..., 18 Jul 2008
Of course it is. This is a selection of photos, each with a musical motif, packaged as a large (A5) deck of cards. They range from architecture to clothing and all have some sort of musical connection to them. Nice to look at but not the sharpest pictures you will ever see. Probably taken from polaroids. Similar to the Brian Eno "Oblique Stratagies" in that you could use the pictures as the inspiration for piece of music.