I admire Marina Ambramovic, I guess "admire" is the right word, but this review by Dwight Garner in NYT consists of beautiful sentences:

' knew I was going to dislike Ms. Abramovic’s memoir on Page 10. That’s where she declares that, as a child growing up in postwar Yugoslavia, she didn’t play with dolls or toys. Instead, she writes, in a passage that sets this book’s tone of sleek, international, Bono-level pretentiousness, “I preferred to play with the shadows of passing cars on the wall.”'

Read the review here.

There is pretentiousness and there is Bono-level pretentiousness. That's important to know.

Points the belief in one's own pretentiousness to a lack of intelligence? Or is it adamance, proof of leadership?