I loved this, I knew nothing in about Chagall, neither his art or his life, but found this in a bookshop. What intrigued me, along with the illustrational sketches, was that he had written it as he was about to leave his home of Russia and move to Paris in 1922.
It is written in a melancholic, nostalgic, dream-like tone. Snatches of impressions of incidents, people and old habits are interspersed with more traditionally told memories as Chagall tells the story of his youth and early adulthood.
