This NZ classic autobiography is a bit hard to track down now, which is a shame; I think it would be worth a reprint. Lee-Johnson finished writing it just before his death in 1993. He was 84. He had grown up in Tuakau in the early part of the 20th Century, then followed his nomadic parents before embarking on a similarly nomadic life himself, characterised by a love of isolation and relative hardship. He lived in a number of places which I have connections with (Tuakau, Piha, Hokianga, Coromandel), which is what drew me to the book. His memories of these places are clear and beautifully evoked, as are his struggles with various health issues. This is not as confessional an autobiography as it would be if written today, and I do think it lacks some of Lee-Johnson's feelings about his relationships, his children and his health; but it's still a very interesting book for its insights into an artists struggle in the 20th Century in some very interesting parts of New Zealand.