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Journeying to a remote French island to sit for a portrait that is painted by his tormented artist friend, an influential London art critic recalls the early years of their friendship, and his own influence over aspiring artists.

Séraphine is the true story of Seraphine Louis aka Séraphine de Senlis (Yolande Moreau), a simple and profoundly devout housekeeper who in 1905 at age 41 -- self-taught and with the instigation of her guardian angel -- began painting brilliantly colorful canvases. In 1912 Wilhelm Uhde (Ulrich Tukur), a German art critic and collector, discovered her paintings while she worked for him as a maid in his lodgings in Senlis outside Paris. Director Martin...

After a train wreck sends art critic George Steele into a mental tailspin, he's fired from his job at a New York art museum. Seems unjust, until you learn there was no train wreck. This relentless, nervy film noir explores the sinister world of violence and the monied world of aesthetics as Steele's attempt to reconstruct what really happened leads him to murder, mania and an international conspiracy that threatens the museum's masterpieces.

Welcome to SoHo at the onset of the eighties: a gritty, not-yet-gentrified playground for artists and writers looking to make it in the big city. Among them: James Bennett, a synesthetic art critic for The New York Times whose unlikely condition enables him to describe art in profound, magical ways, and Raul Engales, an exiled Argentinian painter running from his past and the Dirty War that has enveloped his country. As the two men ascend in the downtown...

The author recounts the painful time in her life when her husband was dying of a brain tumor while her young son was just developing language.

"Esta es una novela sobre falsificadores y falsarios, con personajes reales que parecen de ficción. La narradora, una crítica de arte que trabajó para una tasadora por cuyas manos pasaban obras falsificadas, relata una historia singular, aunque advierte: «No esperen nombres, estadísticas, fechas. Lo sólido se me escapa, solo queda entre mis dedos una atmósfera imprecisa, técnicamente soy una impresionista de la vieja escuela. Además, todos...