Mr. Jager is an arts and culture writer. He received his doctorate in…
His male antiheroes are cranky, stubborn, and beleaguered, sandwiched amid the absurdities of life, the depredations of aging, and black existential angst.
The items, compiled in a new book marking the institute’s centenary, are intimate, deeply interesting, occasionally appalling, and more than a little melancholy.
The compulsively readable semi-autobiographical novel features monologues, metaphysical asides, raunchy jokes, and pure hilarious bluster — and none of it is verifiable.
Nothing is ever as pretty as it seems.
Plus, nearby exhibitions by Picabia and Rauschenberg attest to New York City’s astonishing cultural richness.
The intent of the artist, the framing of the image, and the hand holding the brush are the biggest determinants of what is ‘seen.’
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