I received my copy a while ago (I work at a bookstore) and like it very much although, at first blush, I'm not entirely blown away by it. At the least the production quality is superb.
John Szarkowski was pretty harsh about Winogrand's late work, comparing him to a car engine that wouldn't stop running after it's turned off. (You that remember carburators will know what he means), but I also think Szarkowski was guilty of that particular New York-centrism common in the art world.
Of course, Winogrand's work would have stayed at its peak forever if he had stayed in The Center of the Universe, right? 😀 But one must remember that at the time America was changing, irreversibly and on a vast scale, and much of that change was the growing importance of the West; most notably California. While I wouldn't consider the boardwalk at Santa Monica to be the new revolution I'm sure it could have appealed to a Winogrand grown tired of the clouds and grimy streets and steaming manhole covers of that 'old' city. Perhaps he just out-grew them. 😉 Sorry John.
One will never know if Winogrand's artistic arc took the path it did because he left the East, or if he just ran out of creativity about then, or if the world he portrayed best was simply disappearing. All the book can do is surmise. Mr. Szarkowski and the others just surmise as well, and it's wise to keep that in mind. I like Winogrand's work and I intend one day to own a print (don't ask which one), and I think this book (and the show, if I ever get to see it) in my estimation does a great job of trying to encapsulate one of the more enigmatic photographers of the twentieth century; one who is, at the very least, huge.
Good book, well worth the not insubstantial price.
s-a