In his 1996 book, “True Colors: The Real Life of the Art World,” Anthony Haden-Guest wrote that the painter James Rosenquist possessed, most of the time, a “preternaturally healthy glow, like a hand-colored photograph.” You could say something similar about Mr. Rosenquist’s new memoir, which is an unexpected treat — it’s a ruddy and humble book, lighted from within by the author’s plainspoken, blue-collar charm....

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