I'm torn on this book. I enjoyed reading it - it moved along quickly, had an interesting plot. Things kept bothering me, though - for one thing, I didn't think much of the psychiatrist - and since he was in some ways the main character, there was no escaping this. Had he no concept at all of ethics?
My other major problem with the book was that it seemed contrived - so, exactly why does the painter refuse to speak? There wasn't any reason I could see, except to give the psychiatrist the excuse to run around the world interviewing other people (and telling them far more than he should about the artist and about the other people in his life). And the end? Okay, we're at the end of the book, let's wrap this thing up.