I read it, and really liked it, back in the '70s. He was a very messed up man, though.

It seemed to me that there were a fair number of more avante garde male writers and artists around in the seventies who were more or less hostile to women in general. I was acquainted with quite a few of the more famous of that lot, on the art side, through the seventies. Some of them loved women and were whole-heartedly supportive of women in the arts, but a notable (and influential) few were angry and resentful and frequently made women who had anything to do with them, personally or professionally, miserable.

One, who is a well-known senior American-Canadian artist with works in every major gallery from here to New York, was a first year art college prof of mine. The first class we had, he looked around the class and said: "I see a lot of women here. Women do not become artists. You are wasting my time and your money by bothering to come to this college." At the time, a man could get away with that crap.

Every time he has a show in a gallery I can get to, I drop in for five minutes and write derogatory (and truthful) comments in the guestbook about the derivative to the point of plagiarism and artistically bankrupt nature of his paintings. ;-)