About the book: 1966 / It is impossible to fit John Jericho into the now fashionable image of an anti-hero. His dimensions and appearance do not fit into this Procrustean bed. He is six feet six inches tall and weighs a good two hundred and forty pounds, of which not an ounce is fat. Add to this thick red hair and a beard of the same color and you will understand that such people are not often found on our streets. Most of all, he reminds me of a Viking, transported to us from the distant past. He also stands out at parties. If he is bored, he sits like a statue, if he is happy, his voice booms enthusiastically, the energy surging from him is ready to sweep away everything and everyone. He is an artist by profession, and his works, exhibited in many museums and private collections, are the subject of much controversy. He paints what he sees and feels in vibrant colors. Of the character traits, the main one in him is the desire to help the weak, be it one person or a group of people. He draws angrily, and the viewer either immediately becomes his fan or shies away. You can either love him or hate him.