Sorry, couldn't resist.
Ya a badly written novel inspired by none other than Marina Abramobitch.
Visitors to the Museum of Modern Art sit across a table from the performance artist Marina Abramović, for as short or long a period as they choose. Although some go in skeptical, almost all leave moved. And the participants are not the only ones to find themselves changed by this unusual experience: Arky finds himself drawn to the exhibit. He returns day after day to watch other people sit with Abramović—and as he does, he begins to understand what might be missing in his life and what he must do.
Marina apparently loves the book.
Full of satanic code shit. Probably worth reading just to find out more about what they think except I wouldn't want to give them 1 cent for it.