I got a sense of what "real" modern art can be by a brief visit to Tate Modern, not far from the Thames in London. I found a museum full of light and mechanics and cars and giant pianos hanging from ceilings. I think the real problem was American modern art.
I interviewed James Ellroy, the great American noir novelist, at LA's venerable Pacific Dining Car in April 2001. We were there to discuss his latest book, The Cold Six Thousand, but wound up tackling a myriad of subjects over our three hour lunch.
Through Bunraku, an archly-stylized swordplay fantasy, Josh Hartnett returns to the genre spotlight. This computer-enhanced tale revolves around a "Man with No Name," and draws heavily on Samurai and Western tropes in an alternate-world dystopia.
Never mind TST would watch Lynn Freed read the back of a soup can. Give her 10 minutes and she'd have that soup can speaking Dutch and flirting with a bag of soda crackers. Simply one of the classiest acts in contemporary literature. Makes you feel smarter just hanging around.