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...PIETER BRUEGEL was a lowbrow in art. In an age when the Italian Renaissance was sweeping all before it, Bruegel kept his Dutch feet firmly on lowland ground, stuck close to everyman's taste. His zestful love of practical jokes, wise saws, old proverbs and the daily life in field and village earned him the nickname of "Peasant" Bruegel. But history has proved that Bruegel was dealing with an eternal response of man that lies deeper than the shift and change of artistic fashion. Collected by princes and merchants alike, he has remained one of the most popular artists...
...Bruegel was early a Habsburg favorite. Emperor Rudolph II delighted in his works. Archduke Leopold Wilhelm, the greatest of the Habsburg collectors, added still more paintings during his rule as governor of The Netherlands. The Habsburg collection, hidden in salt mines during World War II and then sent traveling for seven years, is now back in place, a favorite tourist stop that draws from 3,000 to 4,000 visitors a day during the peak summer tourist season...
Maxim us or Optimus? In pages as crowded but unhurried as a Bruegel canvas, Historian Durant shows the life and customs, major sins and minor pastimes of his period, stopping along the way to sketch in a thousand odd facts and arresting faces. The volume ranges over the whole of Europe (with major side trips to Persia, Russia and the New World), from 1300 to 1564 A.D. There is a bit of everything in the book-politics, war, art, architecture, philosophy, commerce, science-all by way of scene-setting for the great central struggle. Durant devotes a third...
...book is cluttered with all sorts of people-righteous madams, pining widows, pinko artists, lovelorn profs. It plays fast and loose with San Francisco's dignity-not to mention the Dutch master's. But it is big, breezy, and stacked with lusty action-more like a Bruegel than a Rembrandt...
...slimy stuff, and down he slathers. "Helpfllgrrulp!" As he opens his mouth to holler, a stream of sweet bilge hoses down his esophagus. In a matter of seconds everybody in sight is wallowing gloriously in orange muck, and the whole scene looks like nothing so much as a Bruegel landscape dipped in batter. The trouble with Three-Ring Circus is that this scene lasts only two minutes, while the rest of the picture lasts...