I bought this book at an art museum -- I forget which, probably MOMA -- and it is the perfect place for me to write my novel. With the sturdy binding, fine quality paper, and inset images upon which to rest my eyes during a break from heated fiction-writing, I am sure the Andy Warhol idea book will give me a permanent home for a crucial section of the first draft of a School of the Ages novel, a first draft that will be still in good condition when I am eighty and donating my personal papers to a university library.
I like writing fiction in classy notebooks like this. I would certainly consider giving this book as a gift to a young person who likes to draw or write, although it would be an overpriced source of paper for a toddler's cartoon scribbling or for wadded-up paper balls to hurl at a hapless teacher whose back is turned.
I'm not making fun of Andy Warhol at all, by the way. I am a big fan of Andy Warhol. I also own some cups and plates manufactured with his designs, and I teach his work in school when I get a chance. But even if I did make fun of him, he wouldn't care. It's all part of life's rich pageant.