Duly trolled, most reviewers responded with predictable indignation while failing to register the singular tone of this intractable object, part middle finger and part mea culpa, at once self-implicating and self-immolating, both a critique and a defense of problematic art and bad taste, the hopelessly incorrect credo of an artist fully committing to his megalomanic, misanthropic, and masochistic tendencies.