Visual Art Jars, Darling, Jars.
posted by August 18 at 13:36 PMon
This weekend, I finished reading Richard Polsky’s 2003 book I Bought Andy Warhol, which is ostensibly about the second-tier art dealer’s quest to purchase a great Warhol painting on a budget of $100,000—but which is actually just an excuse for Polsky to tell all the stories he knows about fellow art dealers behaving badly. Because Polsky himself is a few shades darker than schmuck—something like Larry David in Curb Your Enthusiasm, if that show weren’t a comedy—the book is a little bit of an uncomfortable read, and feels a little bit like a waste of time. There are good bits, but overall, I don’t recommend it.
But the view Polsky provides of the crassness of the upper-end art market is amusing, and put me in the mood to watch a little Ab Fab (“those frozen blood heads filled with blood”).