I confess I found the cover so unappealing that I was prepared to hate the book. I did not hate the book; I loved the book.The writing is beautiful and descriptive in a way that lets you feel the biting cold of skating in a Dutch winter or the heat and humidity in a cheap Brooklyn apartment. Perhaps because the book is about painters and paintings, the author has worked especially hard on giving his words a painterly character. I felt a part of the story, whether in the Netherlands in the 1600s, in New York in the 1950s, or in Sydney, Australia, at the turn of the millennium.I loved the characters, both those who gradually proved themselves unattractive or those who initially appeared unpleasant but who grew on me. I loved learning about the art worlds 350 years apart, the details of painting, the smells of paints and the work of how those paints were made. I especially loved the dual stories, the way the characters were fleshed out.A beautiful work of historical fiction that includes some recent history as well.