Stanford, bicycle, night: the beautiful wrecks of the future fly past my head: is it because they're consciously built as monuments that I can only see them as wrecks?
Alex Danchev. Cezanne: A Life. Pantheon, 2012.
It's often loose and can feel like a collection of anecdotes, but then there's something appropriate about letting incidents hang free as disconnected brushstrokes rather than plaster it all with narrative contour.