... feels hurried, especially the last 200 or so pages in which the author describes her travels to Canada, Europe, Japan, and beyond. The pace can be dizzying. In her defense one might say that since this is her third autobiography, she has not had to conduct much research ... is nothing if not surprising, sometimes in disconcerting ways. Chicago often explains that she can't remember why she did something, and that her life often didn't turn out as she hoped and expected it would. For all her worldliness, she exhibits a surprising degree of naiveté ... She can occasionally be brilliant ... illuminating, irritating, flawed, informative, and a valuable teaching device for young artists, both men and women ... By describing her own journey, Chicago offers an unglamorous view of the life of an artist who became famous as well as infamous and who often didn't have enough money to live, but who always went back to her study to make more work. In that sense, Steinem is right. Judy Chicago is a miracle.
[Chicago's] writing moves fluidly between accounts of her personal life, her artistic endeavors and struggles, and the evolution of her feminism into a feminist art practice ... In many ways, this book seeks to reveal Judy Chicago the human, behind the icon.
