How did an illiterate, abused dropout from the wrong side of Detroit become the biggest artist of the last 13 years? Simple answer: schizophrenia.

He wore a single-breasted Brooks Brothers tuxedo. It was very Hollywood, perfectly peppered with old-school class. He looked like a character from “The Artist”. And, as of last Sunday, he was the proud owner of an Academy Award for his work on that very movie.