Wednesday, June 19, 2013
An Object of Beauty
Finished the Steve Martin's book a few weeks ago but can't muster up a full review. I am satisfied that it bears little resemblance to my novel. Phew! True, it is about the recent art world in New York but its form is fairly bland and contemporary. It is certainly more sad than it is funny and I wonder what his impetus for writing it was. He is a collector and a man with two brains. That is all I know. The story about a determined young woman gallerist is compelling but I found the narrator's side comments the most revealing about the art world. At one point, he mildly disses young artists whose work is OK but always somewhat derivative no matter how hard they try. That covers about 90 percent!