Naked Came I: A Novel Of Rodin: by David Weiss.

It is strange that a much beloved relative prove so right in so major a fashion, when he cautioned me against idolising artists or poets or writers, with a discreet but definite distinguishing border drawn between their work and their persona.

While one cannot help admiring or at the very least noticing works of Rodin, this biography makes it clear how separate the two, the man and the artist, were. On one hand he creates a thinker, on the other he is so lacking in honour as to not only use two women majorly - exploiting them for their hearts, their talents, their appreciation of his work, and robbing them of all honour, even cheating one of her own work comparable or possibly superior to his - but denies legitimacy to his own son by one he married only at the end of his life, for no discernible reason.

The book gives a good account of the artist and his life.