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Surrealist pictures sometimes leave gallery-goers with the uneasy suspicion that the joke is on them. Last week a surrealist one-man show in Manhattan gave onlookers the pleasure of being in on the laughs. The paintings, by a dour little Belgian named René Magritte, have Salvador Dali's technical perfection but none of Dali's tiresome bag of Freudian tricks. Sample Magritte subjects: a fountain-as cool and wet-looking as the real thing-which spouts crystal mirrors, crowns, hands and cornucopias; a cigar box puffing a cigar; a door, set up against the sky, opening...
Magritte is 48, married, and has a pet Pomeranian, "Jacacki." He is a dapper dresser, paints on a time-clock daily schedule in a corner of his small, commonplace living room. Magritte considers Dali an excellent businessman ("he is rich") but has intense scorn for fellow Belgian surrealist Paul Delvaux, who paints luscious nudes picking roses in classic landscapes, with now & then a streetcar lurking about in the background (TIME, Dec. 30). Painter Delvaux, Magritte thinks, "has exploited surrealism as he would have exploited pork-butchery...
...Said Belgian Author Maurice Maeterlinck: Léon Bloy wrote "the only work of [his] day in which there are evident marks of genius, if by genius one means certain flashes 'in depth...
...West of Germany, Hitler and Himmler intended to set up a new state called Burgundy, which would sprawl across parts of France, Belgium, Luxembourg and Switzerland. The capital city: either Ghent or Dijon. Its chancellor would be Léon Degrelle, Belgian Fascist leader...
Africa's underslung, café-au-lait Basenjis ("bush things") are no exception. For generations they have tracked game for chiefs in the Belgian Congo, emitting only an occasional soft "groo," plaintively yodeling during the mating season, but never barking. Last week, however, in London's Trinity Hall, at the annual show of the British Basenji Club, a barkless Basenji barked. It was the end of 6,000 years of canine taciturnity. "My breath simply went," gasped Acting Club Secretary Veronica Tudor Williams. "Quite a bombshell," muttered the permanent secretary...