An Object of Beauty

A review on Steve Martin’s book

An Object of Beauty

Lacey Yeager is young, captivating and ambitious enough to take the New York City art world by storm.

Groomed at Sotheby’s and hungry to keep climbing the social and career ladders put before her, Yeager charms men and women, old and young, rich and even richer with her magnetic charisma and liveliness.

Her ascension to the highest tiers of the city parallel the soaring heights–and, at times, the dark lows–of the art world and the country from the late 1990s through today.

I liked the themes of this book – the world of fine art, New York, Lacey’s glamorous lifestyle and the unspoken mysteries lurking behind it – but ultimately it all just seemed a bit flat.

I wanted to get emotionally involved in the story, but because the narrator was virtually anonymous, and therefore the narrative could only get so far under Lacey’s skin, and Lacey herself was (in my opinion) somewhat unrealistic, I couldn’t engage with it properly.