When Claudia is told that her friend Rebecca's grandmother burned all of her own famous artworks before she died, Claudia is suspicious and sets out to find the real truth.
This book is a art
The book’s about a painting, right? But the book itself is painterly. And there’s a mystery in the painting, but there’s a mystery in the book too. And the book is art, and the book is a mystery, ergo mystery is an art and art is a mystery. As the Romans say, "Ars est celare artem.” The duty of art is to conceal itself, and VBE (Vicki Berger Erwin) certainly concealed her doody this week. sksksksksk
N.B., We have so much to say about Art in the Age of Mechanical Reproduction by Walter Benjamin (if you twist our arms maybe we’ll publish a thesis) that we’re just going to skip it entirely. But what we are going to say a lot about is art in the age of dank memes, art in the age of innocence (and that’s an Edith Wharton reference), and art in the age of big data. And the big data this week was that little art is big business.
In this scintillating novel, Vicki Berger Erwin asks us to question the boundaries between art and literature, joy and suffering, and cats and cousins. That’s right: This book has literally everything.
Authors’ note: I, Jack Shepherd, have given this book five stars, but I must give myself three stars for my failing to comprehend the intricacies of this complex text. AND I, TANNER GREENRING, BOLDLY GIVE MYSELF FIVE OUT OF FIVE STARS FOR BEING A THOUGHT LEADER AND A INSPIRATION TO SOME OF MY MORE DULL AND LESS GIFTED PIERS (AND I DON’T MEAN PIERS MORGAN).
– Jack Shepherd and Tanner Greenring (P.S. We loved this one)