This week, in the books section, Jen Graves takes a look at a weird little book by a weird little art critic.
Jed Perl is not in with the in-kids. He's a critic's critic in a world mostly populated with yes-critics; you value him if you value criticism itself. Agreeing with him or not doesn't matter. For instance, I think this is wrong (he wrote it last May after the death of Robert Rauschenberg, for the New Republic, his regular perch since 1994): "As for his art, it stank in the 1950s, and it doesn't look any better today." I still read him.
We learn about Watteau, rococo, and the low-cal salad dressing school of art, too. You should read her lovely, smart review and take a look at Antoine's Alphabet when you have a chance.
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