If you want to waste your time reading of a classically-tortured artist-predator-pervert, then this book is for you. I read a quarter and skimmed the rest as this story was far too obvious right from the beginning. Yuck. I wish these types of men would cease to exist in the literary world. All together would be nice, of course.
Honestly felt like I needed to cleanse my brain, eyeballs, and body, just from reading the character of Michael.   

Written relatively well at least, apart from perhaps a tad too much pretentious wordings.