PanThe New York Times Book ReviewLeamer wants depth but sacrifices it for breadth. Dipping in and out of so many lives in such a slim book yields the kind of surface treatment and repetitive clichés that might work as provocation in a Warhol screen print but make for a prose style unlikely to be anyone’s cup of soup ... Leamer is undeniably excellent at setting a scene, especially a louche one ... Minor sins might have been forgiven had I ultimately gleaned some deep or unforeseen insight into the lives of the book’s subjects ... Warhol, a shape-shifter so manic and intense that he could slide into several personas in the span of a single season, is here reduced to a necessarily static figure so that the women can bounce off him. Which is fine as a narrative strategy, but then not much happens to the women, either.
