This was a find from a library book sale many years ago. Mostly chosen due to the fame of its author – yes it’s that Steve Martin.
Reasons I did not like this book:
- The name “Lacey” … no offense to anyone with this name, but I hate it. I’ve only known one Lacey, and she was perfectly fine, I just think it’s a stripper name or something.
- I wasn’t sure if Martin wanted me to like Lacey or not. I didn’t.
- The narrator, Daniel. Not sure about him, either. He was like a non-entity, but yet was a major pawn in Lacey’s rise to the top.
- Not all that interested in art.
- Not all that interested in people who sell/buy art.
- I expected it to be funny or at least witty. Because hello, WILD AND CRAZY GUY. THE JERK. KING TUT. HOSTED THE OSCARS OR SOMETHING. It was pretty dry. Any attempts at wittiness were done by Lacey, and because of that, I wasn’t impressed.
- I don’t know if I don’t like Lacey because I would hate this person in real life, or because I’d be jealous of her in real life. I think it would be a combination of both.
- Reading about how art is valued/priced just made me hate rich people in general.
You’re on your own on this one. If you like any of the things I mentioned above – people named Lacey, art, people who buy/sell art, and dry writing, then go ahead and read this one. If not, then let’s all settle in because I’m about to read Aziz Anzari’s book and I think it’s going to be hilare.
Really I think that with all the praise for this book, people who don’t even like art should be able to like it. I LOVE art, and I couldn’t even bring myself to finish this book. I was overestimated it a lot.