"Parts of your narrative are excellent, particularly those in which you
describe your works," Sid said. "But you know Dorothy, speaking as your
dealer, the general public doesn't know how artists talk among
themselves. I fear that your comments about other artists may not be
well received."
My journal was lying on the table between us. I picked it up and put it
in my backpack. (Never carry a handbag. Dopey female identifier.)
"Screw the general public," I said. "If they want to know what artists are like they should read this
instead of harboring stupid fantasies of artists discussing higher vision and
filling in the empty spaces in their conversations with praise of each
other's work. Mostly you know, we talk about who is doing what with who."