When reading artist bios, what I’m mostly after is a sense of the subject’s lifestyle and creative process. Autobiography/memoir is what I usually seek but I figured I’d try “When Marina Abramovic Dies” before “Marina Abramovic” published by Phaidon. The former had a larger page count and a morbid title, which I like, but, unlike the later, it isn't authored by the artist. Turns out it also had a lot of filler I found uninteresting, all related to the author’s life, just a little too exhaustive. The later is actually the perfect size and is almost all from the artist’s perspective. Also, its physical dimensions are much larger, like a coffee table book, which makes all the great photos really kick out.
“When Marina Abramovic Dies” does have some virtues. In the section on Ulay, one really gets a sense of the strain that constant performance has on their relationship. Ultimately I didn’t find it interesting enough to keep reading with all the books I want to get to this month, next month, next year… so it became one of the victims of The Great Book Purge of September 2016 without my even having finished it.