Reviewing it in late 2015, I wrote:

if we’re talking womanhood celebrated, here’s a rare treat for feminist and socialist alike. Red Rosa by Kate Evans is a work of flat out brilliance; a fuller story of a great life than I’d thought to see. Rosa’s mighty spirit and towering intellect – both much in evidence as she took on Lenin, no less, over the nationalist question – shine through every page, as do the ups and downs of a tempestuous love life integral to one whose eloquence on dialectics did not shy from those of individual and society, personal and public. The whole story is in beautiful, monochrome graphics.