After having read `The Collector` I expected this one not to be much worse. The first and the longest of the stories entitled just like the book was a major disapointment - I don`t really like books about the life of visual artists, and this one is no exception. Some sort of a senseless love story and a few naked girls is all this book can offer. "Elinduk" is even worse - some romantic medieval nonsense. The last two stories managed to improve the impression on the whole book - "Poor Coco" is a story about a writer that doesn`t stand for himself and suffers because of that. "The Riddle" tells us a story about a man that disapears - but it is not a true detective, it`s too postmodern for that.