Poor prose

I'm current reading Rogues' Gallery: The Secret History of the Moguls and Money that Made the Metropolitan Museum by Michael Gross. It's really an interesting book, and I'm learning a lot about the Met and its beginnings. However, it's not the best-written book I've ever come across. And, it's definitely emphasizing the lack of any kind of editing in publishing today.

This convoluted sentence is one of the worst pieces of prose I've read in a long time. In this quote, the pronoun "His" refers to Henry [Harry] Osborne Havemeyer.

"His tastes evolved, moving from volume to quality and from objects to paintings after he married Louisine, who'd led a privileged childhood in Philadelphia and Europe, before her first $100 purchase from the unknown and financially strapped Degas, who, legend has it, was about to quit painting when she came along."

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A county just north of us is under a tornado warning, and there's a wicked weather front moving our way. We're having our Riverbend festival in downtown Chattanooga this week, but it should be just now ending for tonight. The Bonnaroo music festival started tonight - just west of us about half-way between here and Nashville. It's all outside, and they're probably getting hammered with this storm. Oh, dear!