Now let us praise The New Criterion
Post #1434 • December 21, 2009, 11:56 AM • 149 Comments
This morning I turned in my Art Basel Miami Beach piece for The New Criterion. While none too pleased with my progress in the studio, the last few months have been unprecedentedly productive for me as a writer: catalogue essays for John Sanchez and Darby Bannard, my first piece for TNC (the Prendergast review), and now this. A man wonders: Are the Fates trying to tell me something? Clement Greenberg:
Art criticism, I would say, is about the most ungrateful form of "elevated" writing I know of. It may also be one of the most challenging—if only because so few people have done it well enough to be remembered—but I'm not sure the challenge is worth it.
Well, it is done. Brenda Ueland said that when you let your talents go unused, you sin against the Holy Spirit. That I have the ability to do something with a keyboard besides hit myself over the head is a gift and a marvel. The painting will come back. It always has.
Meanwhile, I can't recommend The New Criterion to you highly enough. December is its ninth annual art issue. Within you'll find Michael J. Lewis on the Bauhaus show at MoMA, Marco Grassi on a Trecento masterpiece, Karen Wilkin on Gorky at the Philly Museum of Art, Eric Gibson on a show of British modernism at the Royal Academy, Mario Naves taking down Kandinsky at the Guggenheim, and James Panero's gleeful dissection of the art market. Subscribe, I beseech you, or at least pick up this issue, and perhaps January's as well since, well, cough. Pace Greenberg in his moment of doubt, it's worth it.