Publisher's Synopsis
The man sometimes known as Arthur Cravan made a reputation for himself partly through violent theatrics. He shot a gun over the heads of his audience, he threw a boxing match in order to gain funds to traverse the ocean to New York City, and, finally, in an act of great negation, he got lost on a sail boat in the gulf of Mexico and never returned. A defiant proletarian, Cravan writes in such a way that spits in the face of his contemporary artists for their haughtiness and their old age, as well as for their lack of interest in danger and women. It's no wonder that the surrealists and the Situationists gravitated toward him.
