One of the best parts of this gig is the mail. I get it all, from outraged flacks and befuddled tourists to wounded curators and bootlicking publicists to stony silence. But the very best mail is from the artists themselves, especially when, every now and then, an artist bites back. Like last September, when an artist, whose work I labeled "exquisitely bad," wrote that she "laughed out loud" at the description--and then stopped, apparently, and picked up a pen. What exactly did I... More >>>