What begins as an account of the construction of his cottage
garden (situated conveniently(?) adjacent to a
NUCLEAR REACTOR ) develops into one of the most
achingly beautiful memoirs you are likely to come across.
Jarman writes about his life in cinema (he was a prolific british filmmaker working primarily in Queer Cinema), his early childhood on the continent, his sexuality, and his imminent death (he contracted HIV and died of AIDS in the early 1990s).
Just as exquisitely crafted as his spectacular films (he is just as painterly and artistic in his filmmaking as Peter Greenaway), his journals published as 'MODERN NATURE' are absolutely gorgeous while being excrucitaingly painful in their truthfulness.