It’s hard to call Ohr’s pottery anything other than magnificent, and this book has a ton of beautiful images. The strength of his work is such that it is not overpowered by his story, which is saying a lot. Ohr cultivated eccentricity. His biography is uniquely entertaining, and the story of his work and its reception — in his own time and its rediscovery long after his death — is endlessly fascinating. The writing occasionally comes off as a bit too jolly, but I understand the temptation presented by Ohr’s own ebullience. Overall the text is engaging and authoritative.