In The Art of the Deal, President Trump presents his deal making — by which he means his avarice and swindling — as an artistic enterprise. “Deals are my art form,” he writes in his best-selling book that he didn’t write. “Other people paint beautifully on canvas or write wonderful poetry. I like making deals, preferably big deals.”
Trump’s forte is con artistry. He sells books he doesn’t write to people who don’t read. He failed as a businessman but succeeded as a fake businessman on TV. The supreme irony of his life is that he poses as a dealmaker when he is the opposite.