There are many, many, many other things you can do other than read this book.  I suggest all of them.  Yes, even the ones that may end in death and dismemberment.  I feel bad for shitting on this book, just after reviewing Station Eleven and all its “ars gratia artis” and to art is to human feel good messages.  But…  This book is not good. I mean, I’m not the sole decider of what is and is not art.  I went to MoMA last year […]