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A novel about the art world in New York, about it's simplicity, it's complexity, and it's pretentiousness, about it's moral high grounds and lack of morality. I read it with the laptop nearby so I could pull up samples of all the art not shown in the book, my lack of knowledge fairly evident. I was not drawn to any of the characters in the book except Patrice, and yet, I loved the book. It made me feel completely stupid about art, and yet I still loved the book. Steve Martin has such a precision in his writing, weaves such an atmosphere, even though you're in your raggedy pajamas, laying in bed with hair still wet from the shower, you have no problem feeling that you're moving around a gallery, sipping on wine, noshing on pretentious hors d'œuvres, and making pithy comments about art, trying to cover up the fact you have no idea WTF the artist was thinking.


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An Object of Beauty A Novel Steve Martin 9780446573641 Books Reviews

Steve Martin has been a cultural phenomena for 35 years. In this time one imagines he has had access to successive generations glitterati and intelligentsia. Parties from NY or Hollywood and European capitals.

After seeing the life arcs of hundreds (thousands?) of the best and brightest, Martin is able to draw his characters, even the minor ones, in a way that is idiosyncratic, novel and yet entirely convincing. This is not one of those novels where the characterization is so thin that it is little more than a name and a line or two of back story on the author's legal pad and they move around like automatons in service of the plot.

There are numerous points where a character might do or say something that comes as a surprise to the reader. Then in a moments reflection it makes perfect sense for them. For instance, in one scene the main character and her Parisian boy friend are going to eat in his swanky hotel room. She suggest they go down to the bar for a drink first. He logically says that they could just order up drinks with room service. She replies "Yes, but then no one will see how great we look". Them leaving the hotel room and coming back has no plot purpose. It doesn't advance anything. It would strike the reader who was in the situation as a silly thing to do and a bother. And yet in a minute you realize that this is precisely the kind of thing this character would do. Being a spectacle is a pleasure and a motivation to her.

The kind of beauty and attraction that the main character has is obviously ephemeral- underscored by the fact that her grandmother who was an artist's model is now elderly and dying.

Martin plays with this theme in the book- is there an inherent value to beauty and art? Certianly the "value" of art reflected by the prices is ephemeral too. Styles come and go in popularity and there are Art Booms and Art Busts, but even value of a single paining is non-empirical it is simply based on the perception that someone else wants the painting more than you. In one scene, Lacey herself engineers false bidding at an auction, without which there wouldn't have been any "value" to her painting at all.

So Lacey is a beautiful thing who bargains and deals in Beautiful Things. Over the course of the novel the value of both will wax and wane.

The novel is essentially a review of the life of an 'up-and-comer' in the Big City in the '90s and '00s. You have heard similar stories in banking, stock market or even Big Law. The fact that Martin has set his story in the Art world, and no the grungy alt stuff either, during the last boom makes it seem very fresh and very unexpected. And it makes a wonderful panoply that the reader will enjoy.

Also noteworthy are the 10 or so pictures of paintings in-line to the text that Martin has added. So when the polt involves a James Tissot painting there is a picture of it. These arent critical to the work, but they are a nice touch and let the reader see why the characters might be so struck by a work or why the characters are saying a work is such a departure from a previous style. On my these came across reasonably well although I am not sure if they are color in a physical book. In any event, they were an actual addition and quickly promote some sidebar research on wikipedia.

The reader will enjoy they wonderful (I'd say world class) characterization and the very knowledgeable and carefully drawn portrait of the art world and its inhabitants. The writing is similar to the light humorous tone in Shopgirl.

The only downside is that plot, which flirts with being an art world mystery, ends on a note that is more cerebral than it is an action crescendo. Some might find that the way narrative peters out (however true to life) verses an actual climax a bit of a disappointment. However the pleasures of the novel's other attractions are likely to outweigh this for most readers.
A delightful novel that takes the reader into the shallow world of art collecting. While some people may have the sensitivity to appreciate what others can do with a brush, others measure the merits of an artist in terms of dollars...potential return on investment. Martin knows this world and displays an unexpected knowledge of art, museums and the kinds of people who wander the galleries and auctions in search of greatness through ownership. It's a wonderful tour and an exciting adventure that gives rise to a desire to own something, anything that might reflect on our sensitivities to color and composition that is far beyond the abilities of most of us to ever achieve. A truly enjoyable read, laced with penetrating insights and trademark Martin humor. But then he does own an Edward Hopper....
Lacey is an emblematic figure of the growth of the art world in the past decades. Supported by the real estate bubble, people forgot that new art, unsupported by known critique and the survival of time, would only ever be worth what someone would pay. Moving from more conservative Modern Art to the wild, free Contemporary Art, Lacey is always in search of more power, more success, more money. And sex, Lacey is interested in sex at her own whim and her own terms.
This book allows those of us who are definitely uncool, and perhaps some cool guys too, a visit into the rarified world of art dealing and collecting. To Lacey, an object of beauty is desirable, an object raised to the height men's craving. And Lacey has no qualms about doing what this takes. Her cool amorality mirrors the world of the super rich collector, wanting and taking.
AND there are really cool pictures. These are pictures that you think perhaps you should know, but maybe don't. They are stunning and perfect. And all of us written with Steve Martin's ear for rhythm which makes the sentences flow across one's mind. He is an art collector, I didn't know.
Serious and beautiful, this is a boom to read when you want to feel educated and lost in the words of a master wordsmith.

I was wrapped in the reeling of a young woman at the top of her craft. I was lead to both hate and love this siren of the Art World. Her struggles and her triumphs were both nourishing and brutal, and they called me to want that life as much as I have water anything.

Twists and mystery also accompany her, and you will not be disappointed. Sex and the City meets Lipstick Jungle, but written by a literary mind.

This is how I would want to write, and I didn't want it to ever end.
A novel about the art world in New York, about it's simplicity, it's complexity, and it's pretentiousness, about it's moral high grounds and lack of morality. I read it with the laptop nearby so I could pull up samples of all the art not shown in the book, my lack of knowledge fairly evident. I was not drawn to any of the characters in the book except Patrice, and yet, I loved the book. It made me feel completely stupid about art, and yet I still loved the book. Steve Martin has such a precision in his writing, weaves such an atmosphere, even though you're in your raggedy pajamas, laying in bed with hair still wet from the shower, you have no problem feeling that you're moving around a gallery, sipping on wine, noshing on pretentious hors d'œuvres, and making pithy comments about art, trying to cover up the fact you have no idea WTF the artist was thinking.