The book sounds fun, the review gets tedious at the end, whining about faux populism (as opposed to vrai populism?), blaming art collectors -- if only there was some way to make sure to only sell art to the right people.
It sounds like the author had fun reading the book, started writing a fun review, but then it dawned on him that the book questioned a bit more of the art world then he was comfortable with, so he found a scapegoat in collectors.
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The book sounds fun, the review gets tedious at the end, whining about faux populism (as opposed to vrai populism?), blaming art collectors -- if only there was some way to make sure to only sell art to the right people.
It sounds like the author had fun reading the book, started writing a fun review, but then it dawned on him that the book questioned a bit more of the art world then he was comfortable with, so he found a scapegoat in collectors.