"Peter Schjeldahl wrote things that made you put down the magazine or shut the laptop or slowly slip the phone back in your pocket. Things that were so good you needed to take a minute. He was the leading art critic of his generation ... but he was better than that. You could adore art or not be especially interested in it. You could concur or passionately disagree. It didn't matter: You would read Schjeldahl just to read sentences by him. ... The pieces in his new posthumous collection, The Art of Dying, were all written ... after Peter was diagnosed with advanced lung cancer in 2019. The doctors told him he had six months to live. But he undertook experimental treatment, and, miraculously, it worked. He lived three more years. The collection, then, is haloed by a quality of grace, almost of intercession. It is filled with terrific examples of Peter doing what he did best."--Sebastian Smee, The Washington Post