No Art Without Sin

This is a novel of the art world: equal parts love, ambition, and betrayal. Weland Tilyard used to say he had given the gift of sex to the heartland: paintings whose erotic charge was subdued to such beauty and warmth that it became a kind of innocence. It made him famous. But when he cranked into motion the whole elaborate machinery of public attention, Bea Holliman had been carried along as well, transformed into a figure of such beauty and erotic power that it took years for people to realize she was none of those things. Now Weland wants to bring it all back-the fame, the passion-with a brand new twist. But here''s the thing about fame. It''s never what you think. And passion always cuts both ways.