I remember the Popular Photography issue in the late fifties in which various photographers panned Frank's work. I didn't agree with them, and as it turned out, I was right. "The Americans" showed the America with which, at 29 or so, I was familiar. Life was an interesting magazine, but it was selective, and it avoided some painful truths. Partly because of Frank's work, we eventually learned to embrace the whole story: the stunning beauty of American life, even with its warts.