Into the Darkness Laughing - terrible story of 2 artists inlove...

Alright, so at the moment, I am reading a book... quelle surprise, but this one is on the famous (or now famous) italian artist, who lived in Paris for such a long time. His life was so different, messed up you could say. He would have sex with those who posed nude to him (all women | although men did find him attractive too) His name was Amedeo Modigliani, known by his surname or Modi. He died in 1920 of Tuberculosis Meningitis - back then it was deadly, you know, coughing up blood and things. Not a nice thought.
Okay, so obvious he had lady interactions, and was married to the British Bethany Hastings (or something) but they argued very often, so he got bitterly drunk, high on drugs, and slept around, his art was fantastic, but Paris didn't like it, so he suffered with no food, giving the pub his paintings rather than money - because he could not afford the booze. He'd met someone called Simone, but she was not for him. She loved him (and later claimed to have his child | which he denied was his) but they soon separated (he was a mistress as the married couple separated etc) But then, he found Jeanne Hebuterne (another artist, but much younger) and she was the love of his life (although his sleeping habbits never went). She loved him dearly - his mysticism, his charm, but she always wanted to help him with his bad habbits which of course were threatening his life. She knew he was ill, but she assumed he would improve in health. This did not happen. His paintings, drawings and sculptures were all unsuccessful. His mother loved him so much, funding him all the way through, but he did not want to return to Italy a failure. So he stayed in Paris, unhappy, but inlove. They had a child, and he loved the new baby girl (also called Jeanne, but with his surname | when she was 66 she drank herself to death) but he was still a bit bitter and sarcastic, and when Jeanne was pregnant again (once more irritating her religious family) he was more ill. Eventually, in 1920 he died, and Jeanne being so timid, cried a howling scream at the sight of her dead lover, but with such a calm expression. She was to go to her parents apartment, but all was fake, the family argued with her silent in the background. The morning after, Jeanne Hubeterne walked out of the window backwards, heavily pregnant (9 months) and she died.
Thus following, a fantastic love story, a dreadful ending, and a lot of moeny going Modigliani's way (even through death).

The book is much better.