Nell Irvin Painter

The author is less than likeable; she is incredibly arrogant, so sure that her art is better than everyone else thinks, upset that she doesn't receive recognition from "The Art World" in the same way she did in the world of academia and history.

She is convinced that everything boils down to race, sex, and age. If someone doesn't like her or her art, it's clear to her that they are racist, sexist, and/or ageist. It never crosses her mind that maybe her art just isn't their style, or that their personality doesn't mesh with hers. She always assumes the worst about people.

At one point, she states, "I was only thinking about me," as if that were a good thing. And that's her problem right there.

There was a lot of profanity, especially the f-bomb and the names of God and Jesus used as curse words. The author also glorifies nudity and sex; there are many crude references to genitalia and sex acts.

The writing itself is a strange mixture of academic "big" words and a lack of sentence structure and fluidity. And the book was entirely too long and repetitive. It could have easily been cut in half.… (mere)