Vermeer's woman reading a letter is as full of latent or subliminal kitsch as Tolstoy's War and Peace.
Its Vermeer" Kat turned to the boy who lingered in the doorway. "It's stolen" "What can I say?" Hale eased behind her and studied the painting over her shoulder. "I met a very nice man who bet me he had the best security system in Istanbul. " His breath was warm on the back of her neck. "He was mistaken.
The Art of Vermeer must have been there on the morning of creation.
I'd sleep under a Vermeer.
An American critic wrote that she would rather be forced to read the New York telephone directory three times than watch the film A Zed and Two Noughts, a third of which was a homage to Vermeer. Conceivably, if you are a list-enthusiast like me, the New York telephone directory might be fascinating, demographically, geographically, historically, typographically, cartographically; but I am sure no compliment was intended.
If you forge a Carl Andre, it's just another Carl Andre. It's not like a Vermeer.