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...That’s what thrilled us most: to be able to juxtapose all those works,” said Edward Saywell, the Cunningham curatorial associate in the department of drawings...
...late '20s, Adams had become a pivotal figure in the rescue of photography from the genteel posturing of pictorialism, with its perfumed moods and swampy prints. Like-minded photographers such as Edward Weston and Imogen Cunningham joined him to found f/64, the now legendary group that promoted the principles of sharp focus and pure, powerful form. On sunrise camera treks through Death Valley or the Canyon de Chelly, he showed that stony facts could engender the deepest feelings...
...Cunningham wants to be clear up front about the whole Whitman thing. "That came in later," he says, over a double cappuccino at a Greenwich Village cafe. "I suspect it will look to some people like [I thought], 'Virginia Woolf was a gold mine. I might as well try to cash in on Whitman as well.'" The poet appears in person only in the book's first part, a grim, oddly lyrical look at the lives of poor factory workers trapped in the filth and squalor of 19th century Manhattan. "Who was striding through all that but Mr. Walt Whitman...
...Hours will be surprised to find themselves in a jittery, edgy, very contemporary mystery story about urban terrorism. And then, in another sharp turn, the third part takes us to a future Manhattan populated by lifelike androids and lizard-like aliens, refugees from another planet. (That section also features Cunningham's first-ever car chase.) What holds the disparate components of Specimen Days together is Cunningham's intense focus on New York City as a crucible in which we're forced to confront the radically foreign-even alien-realities of death, technology, urban life and each other. Whitman could embrace...
...lizards came into this how? "I wrote that last section in a farmhouse in Tuscany," Cunningham says. "And every morning the loveliest little greenish-purple lizard would dart back and forth. She had exactly that aspect of intense creaturely otherness. I liked her a great deal." What does it feel like for a Pulitzer winner to put words in the mouth of a lizard? "Dizzying and odd-but that's as it should be," he says. "I just have the very vaguest stirrings of what I want to write next-and again, it's something I can't possibly...