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Where do I sign up for the art-police squad?

Party foul, Finkel. There IS no autobiography of Pablo Picasso. But I’m less disappointed in your factual error than I am in the fact that there’s no autobiography of Pablo Picasso (was gonna get it posthaste)

“Still, Anne-Catherine and Breitweiser cannot be honest about who they are and what they do; they can’t be themselves, which poisons the idea of true friendship.”

“They stroll in the Black Forest, confettied with fall foliage…”

“The painting seems to have a bubbly effect on both of them, aesthetic champagne.”

“Breitweiser, with the support of Anne-Catherine, is a cancer on this public good. He rewards himself and deprives everyone else.”

Goodness, what a beautiful poem.

“His mother ran hot and cold, volcanically temperamental or glacially inaccessible”

“Kids his own age baffled him. Their fixations – video games, sports, parties – were repulsive to him. As an adult, he feels the same about cell phones, email, and social media. Why make it easier to be bothered by others?“

“Christmas feasts that unspooled until dawn”

This one might win my ugliest cover award for the year. Also why can I still not spell the word “thief” correctly after a whole dang career in writing and editing?!

“… he was both a powerful constructor of narrative and a perfect acrobat of language.“

“Writing that loses its elegance loses its significance. Moreover, it is no simple matter to be both inspirational and moderate.”

A moment for “Bible-Bashing Beth”

My goodness. This bit about Ham and “God” thinking about the sheep in terms of the hounds of hell is pure cinema. Cackling over here.

“Ham put his fingertips against each other, a vault of thick, pink ribs, and spoke in a very matter-of-fact tone.“

“D’you know what it’s like telling folk about heaven day after day, knowing all the time you’re expected down in Hell?”

“A question of woolpower, like everything in a sheep‘s life.“

“deep and wooly weariness”

Hm, a spade!

“He was the bogey-sheep of the lambs’ education”

I knew that magpie was up to no good.

“Creative work needs solitude. It needs concentration, without interruptions. It needs the whole sky to fly in, and no eye watching until it comes to that certainty which it aspires to, but does not necessarily have at once. Privacy, then. A place apart — to pace, to chew pencils, to scribble and erase and scribble again.

Wut is even happening right now

The dry humor in this book is 🤌🏻