This book has everything going for it: fame, excitement, love, historic figures, and it is an engrossing read. You will not find this information anywhere else; it seems that the last months of Jackson Pollock's life (with the author by his side) have been erased from the Official History! This book should be reissued now!

Ruth Kligman's account of her "love affair" is tacky, self-serving and poorly written. It's a shame that this adultress continues to live off of a "fame" taken at the expense of the suffering of others through the exploitation of a great artist's demise, a "friend's" death, a undeserving wife, etc. etc.

This is a dreadful little book about the downslide of a great artist and the parasite who attached herself to him like a barnacle. Ruth Kligman has never shown even an ounce of talent for anything on her own, and continues to try to live off the carcass of an artist who, by the time she met him, was on the dark side of a distinguished career. What possible motive could there be for a book that portrays the Big Dripper as a big drip? How could she evince so little feeling for the friend she lost in the tragic accident that claimed Pollock's life? What could this possibly do for his legacy but harm it, as it portrays him as a drunken, self-absorbed infant given to weeping fits and artistic impotence? Kligman gives new meaning to the phrase "with friends like these"--regarding both her dead friend and Pollock.

I saw the motion picture "pollock" and started to take intrest in the life of Jackson Pollock. when I came across this book I got curious and bought it - what can she possibly write about? I was a little amazed: the book was totaly about her! all she wrote about was herself and pollock's great love for her and how he became depended on her completely. she kept going on and on about how he needed love so despretly and how he was never loved before, totally ignoring his wife, Lee Krasner, and the many years she spent with him, standing beside him and helping him become the appreciated artist he is. she described Krasner as a terrifying angry woman that all she did was terrorize Pollock, when she seemed to forget she had her so called love affair with a married man, invading Krasner's house and living there with Pollock while Krasner was in europe, pretending she was married to him.

I dont think this can be considered a memoir of Jackson Pollock. it does speak of the last months of his life, but it gives very little information about him as a person (beside the fact the he could'nt live without Ruth Kligman) and nothing at all about Pollock as an artist. in fact, in that period of time he did not paint at all.