After Andy is pure delight. I live for a wonderful memoir centering on enigmatic figures of arts and culture and Natasha offers up something special.

Moving beyond the Warhol mythos, she proffers a compelling peek into the multi-faceted realm of the glitterati, replete with society figures, artists, literal royalty and fashion greats, et al.

While Warhol isn’t the centerpiece of the book, he is the through line. And via the juicy story of Natasha herself, we glimpse just how interwoven this seemingly untouchable world was. More than a fly on the wall, she was an insider by feature of her upbringing, her social world and later the vagaries of her creative and professional impulses.

While some may argue there isn’t enough Warhol present, her world *was* “Warhol Land” as his beau monde figures into his legacy and lasting influence. And Natasha dishes gleefully on it all, from her stealthy position right in the middle of it.