This started pretty good, but I found myself hating the author more and more as the book progressed. Toward the last third of the book, I was skimming more than I was reading, and finding myself calling the author a scumbag in my head more and more often.
As an art lover, I thought this would be interesting, but it turns out that Perenyi is just a shady dude and a slimeball. Perhaps if this was written by someone likeable, I'd have enjoyed it more.