Dad died on the Titanic (though his mistress survived). Mom hailed from a family of daft birds. And sis dropped her kids off a hotel roof to keep from losing custody. What’s a poor(ish) heiress to do? In this case: head to Europe, delve deep into the amoral avant-garde that arose following civilization’s collapse (aka World War I), and dedicate yourself to collecting 20th-century art (and artists). Lisa Immordino Vreeland’s admiring but definitely not adoring historical documentary sometimes seems more interested in personality (Guggenheim slept with a lot of people and wrote about it) than production (Guggenheim amassed and displayed a remarkable collection), a perspective wholly in keeping with Guggenheim discovery Jackson Pollock’s claim that modern art was about expressing an inner world. She gave her life to the art, but she kept her love for herself. And as the title implies, neither may have been a choice. (2015) — Matthew Lickona