
The book's narrator is Chaz Wilmot, a tremendously talented painter whose father was a renowned Norman-Rockwell-type illustrator. Chaz knows that realistic artists like his father get no respect in the art world. He also knows that he cannot be a stylish postmodern artist. "I used to think I'd been born out of my proper era," says Chaz. "I mean, it'd be like a major league pitcher being born in 1500. His ability to throw a small ball at a hundred miles an hour through any sector of an arbitrary rectangle is totally unsalable." Similarly, Chaz's ability to create ravishing portraits in the style of the Old Masters has no value to the 20th century New York art establishment.
Chaz's struggle for artistic authenticity leads him to become a forger. In his neurotic world, creating a magnificent fake is more honest than producing what he knows art galleries will pay for. It also leads to other things: experiments with drugs designed to enhance creativity; the hallucinatory (or is it?) conviction that he is 17th century Spanish master Diego Velazquez, at least some of the time; and a paranoid breakdown in which he wonders if he's gone mad, or if someone wants to make him think so. And one lovely, mysterious nude portrait.
The Forgery of Venus is tantalizing and totally original. Give it a try!