I cannot see that the review by Richard Weston of Kaplicky's book Confessions serves any useful purpose. It does not amount to criticism.
Laying into production values is always the lowest form of analysis. Incorrect proper names I grant you - I am also mangled in there somewhere, but otherwise in this case the lack of editing adds to the immediacy of the document. My facsimile copy of Vers une Architecture shows the joins and is all the better for it.
Despite the saintly title I find the book very unpretentious. It looks more like a very un-English flaying and baring of the soul; a strong antidote to sanitised vanity publishing and academic monographs that distance their subjects from the immediacy and difficulty of design.
Your reviewer's preoccupation with sex might be salved if he were to read more widely among the East European authors. There are other consciousnesses out there.
The unjustified value judgements made in the review just won't do. Look around London, Mr Weston, and you will see this man's ideas now being appropriated by some of our best designers. To me that is the best vindication of his contribution to architecture.
Matthew Wells, Techniker