No Art Without Sin

<p>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.</p>