I've been toggling back and forth between Life With Picasso, by Francoise Gilot and a writer named Carlton Lake, and In Search of Our Mother's Gardens, by Alice Walker. Despite his being an arrogant, sexist little ass, she treats him quite fairly and her observations and explanations about his art processes are really quite good. She also has some hilarious stories involving his eccentricities and general home life that are a lot of fun. It was a different time, in so many ways. Walker has interested me since reading a short story in an American Lit class, though I admit I thought I might be bored by the essay style. I need not have worried; she is a brilliant and captivating writer. I'll likely be taking a deep dive after this one.