Why did I love this book?
I liked this book, because for once the 'genius' is a woman and the muse a man, albeit a reluctant one. The man in this instance has been credited with a masterpiece painted by a woman who feels she can best maintain her artistic freedom by not becoming famous. Well, what man turns down the chance of recognition? The book also asks some interesting questions such as what critics of the past looked for when deciding if a painting was a masterpiece – whether the artist was male or female being high on the list!