This was quite possibly the worst book I‘ve ever read. As an artist I was looking for inspiration by reading about another artist. What I got was a vague portrait of Basquiat (he did a lot of drugs and made people mad) and instead got a lot of name dropping and a recounting of the 80s art scene specifically through dealers. The entirety of the book is just mismatched quotes and she barely acknowledges his art or issues of race and class in his art