This was a great little book. David Lynch is way into transcendental meditation (like... Fairfield, Iowa, Maharashi (yeah, the Beatles' Maharashi), possibly a cult into transcendental meditation) but this book is interesting because it reveals how David Lynch, as an artist, relates to his work and makes meaning of creativity and the world around him. This is a book about one creative process. Read that way, particularly if you're a fan, this is a very rich text, but if you approach this book wanting a autobiographical profile or a technical handbook (in the way Mamet's On Directing teaches) you will be disappointed. What you will find here is a book about large, academic subjects written by a visual artist in an non-academic manner.

My favorite chapter is titled "The Box and the Key." The whole chapter is a single sentence: "I don't have a clue what those are." If that sort of thing makes you laugh, and ponder, and smile then this book is for you. If a chapter like that makes you angry or annoys you, it's probably safe to say you won't appreciate this book.