Before you even begin reading Luke Goebel’s Kill Dick, there are clues that it’s going to be a wild ride. Blurbs on the back cover are attributed to Anna Delvey, the socialite-scammer, and to Ottessa Moshfegh of My Year of Rest and Relaxation fame—also, the author’s wife. Moshfegh says, “If this book were any better, I’d cut my own head off.” The novel satirizes the art world and its thorny relationship to the Sackler family, those opioid-peddling philanthropists described here, in fictional form, as “genocidal maniacs” and “art snobs.” Its titular antagonist, Dick Sickler, is effectively the Sackler patriarch. The book opens with not one but three epigraphs from The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, and its title reads as a rejoinder to Chris Kraus’s art-novel sensation I Love Dick. Related Articles Ding dong, now Dick is dead. Imagine a novel written in the style of Vice magazine. That’s Kill Dick: every sentence strains to shock with its edginess or searing, cooler-than-you cultural critique. It drops the names of fashion brands and hot young L.A. artists—Jill …