The reason I’ve been reading so much lately is because I’ve been laid up with a cold. However yesterday I read a book that was guaranteed to make me sicker: Steve Martin’s novel about the art world entitled, Times article describing how Steve Martin and Deborah Solomon's talk at the 92nd Street Y bombed to the point that attendees were monetarily compensated. The reason given was that they talked too much about art, but given how little understanding of art both have demonstrated in their writing, methinks it was the content rather than the subject that sank them.
Another concurring review.
Another concurring review.
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Thanks for posting the rant about Steve Martin'...
The last time I had to do that was when I read the book written by Nick Leeson about his having brought down Barings Bank. The opening pages had a description of him and a woman in a hotel room. They were the worst two pages I've ever read.
Thanks, also, for calling out Deborah Solomon. A number of years ago, I used to complain so much about her writing at work that the phrase, "Deborah Solomon," became a code word for bad writing.
During the past two or three years, I was surprised to find that some of Solomon's articles/interviews were better or more interesting than her earlier pieces. She's very fortunate to have been given the opportunity to have dozens of substandard pieces published in the Times before showing any sign of improvement. Most writers don't get such a chance to "practice on stage," as they say in rock and roll.
This made me feel SO good. I go into contemptuous ...
This is your funniest post. Ever! Lunch is on me.
Up until this line I was taking your word for it, ...
On his way out, the receptionist said….
On his way out? Of what? Lacey’s vagina has a receptionist?
Thanks, I just finished reading this and thought i...
I just finished reading this and thought it was the most pointless novel...It started and finished about nothing except a cold art b***h and her sexcapades. Oh, and zillions of dollars worth of silly new art paintings. Makes me sick..
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