My (very depressed) mother was very into Van Gogh when I was a teen, and I picked up much of his lore and story by reading the same books and watching the same documentaries she did. It's a heartbreaking and depressing story, and it might not have helped my baby-deppressed ass back then to be so bluntly exposed to the trials of a very mentally ill man, but it's also a very human and beautiful one, especially the relationship with his brother. Thanks for the warning, I will keep it in mind.