Enjoyed the discussions on Fabritius's work and Dutch art, but I wasn't as enthralled with the memoir aspect of the narrative and it got a little repetitive. Of course I understand the love Cumming has for her father, but the anecdotes didn't always seem to relate to the discussions on Dutch art so I felt a little unmoored at times, wondering how we got to these points. I definitely preferred Cumming's The Vanishing Man as it had a clearer structure and drive to it, but I really do admire the way Cumming is able to capture the fascination with and emotion of artworks.