I couldn't wait for this book, I'd heard good things about it and have read some other really terrific books on the art market. Instead it is an unreadable, impenetrable mass of facts and it's cold, there's no feeling in this book plus it has no flow. I hung in there hoping that it would take hold of me but in fact I can't get it back to the bookstore fast enough to return it. I don't even want it in my house. Clearly Mr. Horowitz is a bright guy and I figured him to be an accountant so imagine my surprise when I read the jacket to see the laundry list of his art experiences which is impressive, however it is very clear is that he has never "made" art. He deals in it and with it like a commodity but he has not one clue about what art is and judging by this book no feeling for it either. He could be talking sneakers, or t-shirts...whatever. If you like cold facts, charts, abstruse, emotionless writing then this is the book for you. I found it most curious that the preface, introduction, notes re sources and acknowledgements then the conclusion, Appendix and incredible 66 page section on notes in total are all longer than the "book" part. The most readable parts of the book were the quotes from others and some of the notes section. I was hoping this book would round out my beloved Robert Hughes writings, Don Thompson's spectacular "12 Million Dollar Shark..." and Sarah Thornton's "7 Days in the Art World". No even close. It will not share my bookshelf space with those terrific books.