Of course I'm a sucker for anything written about the art world, especially when you combine it with a bit of intrigue and scheming. But when you throw Steve Martin into the mix, well then expect me to devour the result. Which I did when I got my hands on a copy of Martin's latest endeavor (Renaissance man that he is), An Object of Beauty. Clearly the man knows of what he writes. The book is peppered with accurate art terminology and turn of phrase. Set in the NYC art scene around the turn of the millennium, An Object of Beauty is the tale of bright young thing Lacey Yeager who climbes her way up from Sotheby’s basement to a gallery space of her own via some dodgy dealing. Add a wealthy foreign collector as a lover, association with a rising star artist, a collegiate pal as narrator and you've got a sense of place. It was a compelling read and held my attention from start to finish.