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read epub è Fake Like Me ¶ Hardcover â barbara bourland ¾ [PDF / Epub] ✅ Fake Like Me Author Barbara Bourland – What really happened to Carey Logan?After a fire decimates her studio including the seven billboard size paintings for her next show a young no name painter is leftHer death haunts the cabins and the black lake lurking beneath the surface like a shipwreck As the young painter works obsessively in Carey's former studio uncovers strange secrets and starts to fall hard and fast for Carey's mysterious boyfriend it's as if she's taking her place But one thought shadows her every move A No Name literally and figuratively young female painter develops a fan girl crush on Carey Logan the most visible and successful member of an art collective known as Pine City who all graduated from No Name’s art school about six to ten years ahead of her That crush torch is carried from a distance for 15 years during which time Carey Logan commits suicide Then No Name’s studio burns along with six paintings she’s promised for an upcoming show A lucky encounter gets her an in to work at the Pine City colony and maybe to learn a bit and finally understand her idol This book has a problem which is not entirely its own fault The official jacket blurb different from what I’ve written above promises a psychological suspensethriller type story But the story that’s actually in these pages? Is definitely not that kind of story It’s an utter fail in that what I was anticipating was not at all what I got So then the uestion becomes how do I feel about what this book actually is? The answer to that is very very mixed Positives about this book are First the writing is very good It flows well and even when I was bored with the story I kept flipping the pages and zooming along because the writing just kept carrying me from sentence to sentence and chapter to chapter There’s an unreliable narrator vibe which I generally enjoy and which kept me curious even when nothing was really happening And it's that tone that probably got this marketed as a suspense novel Second while I did not like a single character in this book not one they are all well drawn ha with their own motives and ambitions so I found them mostly interesting and compelling Third I was fascinated by the friendship between No Name and influencerphotographerrich girl Max Fourth the author seems to have done uite a bit of research so I did feel genuinely immersed in the art world while reading this Negatives in addition to the marketing problem I already mentioned are First there’s next to no actual tension in this book No Name is supposed to be desperate to get the contracted paintings done but while the urgency is described I didn’t personally feel it The narrative bounces back and forth between “omg get six huge paintings done in 44 days” and “omg Carey Logan lived and died here and I want to know everything about her” I found No Name and her paintings sort of interesting but I didn’t really care about her or them Second this book seems pretty insulting to the professional art world; it’s very cynical beyond satirical imo and I would be curious to know how actual artists might feel after reading it Third there’s a sort of twist at the end but I saw it from very early on and kept hoping I was going to turn out to be wrong But nope it was just that obvious Last the ending felt like a bit of a let down for me as it didn’t really add up to anything although it was a happy ending if very muted On the bright side view spoiler at least there is no Surprise Baby to Give Our Heroine’s Life Meaning™ after all the condom less sex she has hide spoiler

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New York famous for its outrageous revelries and glamorous artists And notorious as the place where brilliant young artist Carey Logan one of her idols drowned in the lake But when she arrives the retreat is a ghost of its former self No one shares their work No parties light up the deck No one speaks of Carey though It's 1996 and the unnamed narrator of this story is a fledgling artist from Florida currently a sopho at the Academy in NYC and feeling pretty lonely in the big city One day she notices a group of five young and beautiful artists who are 'making it' in the art scene Three of them have graduated from the same art school she's attending and all are becoming well known for their nihilistic and shrewd work rather all of a type But it is a young woman of the group named Carey Logan who is the hottest of them all with her hyperrealist sculptures of human body parts Oh how our narrator would love to be just like her and be part of that group now known as Pine City They form an exclusive artist collective by that name moving into an old resort in upper New York state where each has their own studio and other artists are allowed to come by invitation only Fast forward to 2006 and Carey has stopped working in sculpture and taken up performance art The reviews are not kind and Carey does one last performance in which she commits suicide on filmNow three years have passed and our unnamed artist is making a bit of a splash herself with her billboard sized paintings when disaster strikes and her loft burns with most of her work inside She lies to the gallery owner who is selling her work about the extent of her loss and now she must uickly repaint several works for her upcoming show It's an impossible super human task and where can she find a studio big enough to hold her work at this late date? One art patron she meets comes to her rescue and says she can get her a spot at Pine City Wow Her dream is finally coming true The remaining four Pine City artists are not particularly welcoming at first And she finds it odd that none of them will talk about Carey at all even though her work still obviously influences theirs Is there going on here than meets the eye? I enjoyed the story but I don't think it's going to be everyone's cup of tea I think you have to be very interested in art and enjoy reading the details of the creative process The minutia does slow the story done a bit but I think the pace does make sense It gives the reader an understanding of all the work this artist must go through to recreate her paintings and save her career Desperate times I had at first marked this as a 'thriller' but it is not The touch of mystery is very light but rather interesting when you finally learn what's going on at Pine City I think the story is much about relationships and how people use other people I received an arc from the publisher via NetGalley for my honest review Many thanks

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Fake Like MeWhat really happened to Carey Logan?After a fire decimates her studio including the seven billboard size paintings for her next show a young no name painter is left with an impossible task recreate her art in three months or ruin her fledgling career Homeless and desperate she flees to an exclusive retreat in upstate You've got to admit that Humpty Dumpty was a piece of art Well then you can admit that this poor piece of art committed suicide by falling of the wall And so it was again in Fake Like Me except that this time it wasn't Humpty Dumpty Franz Kafka said “I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound or stab us If the book we're reading doesn't wake us up with a blow to the head what are we reading for? So that it will make us happy as you write? Good Lord we would be happy precisely if we had no books and the kind of books that make us happy are the kind we could write ourselves if we had to But we need books that affect us like a disaster that grieve us deeply like the death of someone we loved than ourselves like being banished into forests far from everyone like a suicide A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us That is my belief”Was Fake Like Me one of those books? Nope Mediocre in its intent to promote radical feminism with all the narrative safely and securely established as the main intentpurpose of the saga But yes the idea is a popular trend actually a small percentage in the big world out there and yes it has its moments But no it did not rock my world at all You represent women You shouldn’t route the trafficking of our identity politics through some gaudy money dump that only exists as decoration for the world’s richest people” I insisted For the first time in my life I had buckets of money and I put every cent into Rich Ugly Old Maids the show that I was making for Milot I spent the next two years on seven paintings Humility Obedience Chastity Modesty Temperance Purity and Prudence They were an exorcism of the words that named them from the guilt that had dogged me through years of wondering how I was supposed to be a person who pursued only her own interests who was never aligned who was never part of a family who did not wake up every day ashamed of herself for being childless and alone I was not pure of heart chaste of body obedient to authority humble before others prudent in my actions temperate in my behavior or modest in my appearance—and I no longer felt bad about it I was free from the burden of being only a girl I had become an old maid a woman of my own a master of my medium They were my crowning glory And all seven of them were in my loft on the day it burned to the ground Our anonymous narrator and protagonist lost her paintings and had to suck up to her super rich and influential 'friends'in the art world to save her budding reputation and lucrative income While receiving their assistance in unimaginable ways she constantly attacked them for being privileged That was a kind of deal breaker to me But alas she persisted and she came up trumps in the endI actually enjoyed the book An easy read with a touch of mystery and sleuthing going on The bouts of word dumping like a bad cold got to me from time to time but was tolerable I loved the author's way with words This paragraph gave me the wordy thrills It was almost a shrieking—I heard it all so uickly Wind battered the trees; birds screamed at each other Cicadas rattled their exoskeletal cages like a jailed Christmas choir and somewhere behind me the vast empty lake beat against its rocky shore The outside world shrank and fell off the edges like a twig going over a waterfall and I had the sudden sensation of total solitude These were the deafening sounds of human absenceFor the wordsmithery a star is added to the rating I'm in a good moodMore discussions can be viewed in this grouphttpswwwgoodreadscomtopicshow Join and enjoy