Put on your hip-waders, dears. Grayson Perry (an English artist, of course) pens a rambling screed of such over-the-top self-loathing and envy, it is worthy of The Onion save for it’s irony-free earnestness. Paddle your canoe up the River Thames and you will come round the bend and see a forest of huge totems jutting into the sky. Great shiny monoliths in various phallic shapes, they are the wondrous cultural