This is the life and death of Harry, a struggling New York artist who never gains the recognition she craves. Married to a rich art dealer with two children Harry still yearns for more. She feels that it is her status as a woman that is holding her back and embarks on a hoax where she persuades young, good looking male artists to pass her work off as their own.
This is not a straightforward book. The plot unfolds through a jigsaw of different perceptions of different people: interviews, notebooks, letter, diary entries… It is very erudite with many references to philosophy with footnotes that may or may not be erroneous. I enjoyed it overall but sometimes it was hard going. It took me a long time to read. It was clever but perhaps too clever for its own good.
If you live heavy literary fiction which makes you think this is for you.