Painted Word Book

Wolfe's basic premise here is that Art critics/theorists single-handedly devolved modern art and made a gorilla like Jackson Pollack's paintings worth millions. Ugh!! You see, unlike say a book or movie, art doesn't need the common man's approval in order to be "good", "worthy", or popular.

When I lived in New York, I liked to take dates (including the future Mrs. Jeff) to the Modern Museum of Art. I would bone up on modern art with this book, so I could dazzle my dates with shallow insight, and forced humor; not unlike my reviews, except the reader has the option of clicking elsewhere, my dates (unless they called security) were a captive audience.

It gets a bonus star 'cause Mr. Wolfe helped git me a woman.



If you said the average pre-schooler could equal Jackson Pollock, I'd have to say you would be right.