Airplane reading: "The Modigliani Scandal"

On the plane to San Francisco for New Year's, I finished reading Ken Follett's 1976 art caper, The Modigliani Scandal. Art quests, art forgery, sex and drugs, blue-chip gallerists, this book has it all. It's pretty fun and totally silly if also definitely the early work of a now more accomplished writer. But as Follett himself says in the intro to the 1985 edition of the book I was reading:

"The critics praised [the book] as sprightly, ebullient, light, bright, cheery, light (again), and fizzy. I was disappointed that they had not noted my serious intentions. Now I no longer look on the book as a failure. It is fizzy, and none the worse for that."