Still making my way through this very dense book. Seldom has a collection of an author’s work made me despise the author more. A brilliant but awful person. Reading about Picabia’s and André Breton’s attempts to sabotage one another in their artistic community is what it would be like to watch Kid Rock and Ted Nugent in a barroom brawl: you hope there’s a way they can both lose, and you lament the damage to the bar.