Arthur D. Hlavaty

Richard Prince is a cross between a dog who thinks he owns everything he pisses on and a thief who openly peddles the loot. In a sane world he would be in jail, but he calls it "conceptual art" and has gotten enough rich suckers to pay laughably high prices that he can get away with bigger thefts, like this one from the late J.D. Salinger. The sympathetic article I am linking to says,

No artist should have to go through what Prince went through here, forced to reveal in detail his artistic process to bunch of philistines. It’s a horrible grilling, one that sucks all the mystery out of his creative practice. It’s hard to imagine Andy Warhol—with his monosyllabic responses and his legendary reluctance to speak at all—submitting to such a process. Had he done so, the mystique of Warhol would be much diminished today, which is the reason he wisely settled out of court when sued in a similar case. Clearly Warhol understood mystery’s correlative value to legacy.

I think it's exactly what those "artists" deserve, and I really like the idea that we could have aborted the whole movement by submitting Warhol to a cruel and degrading intellectual cavity search, perhaps ending like the aliens telling Whitley Strieber he's got the nastiest anus they ever probed. Too late, though.

Thanx to andrewducker