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...Wall Street crash, the time of the Great War, the Russian Revolution and the Weimar Republic. This was the last period in which the dream of the engaged avant-garde seemed credible: that corrupt societies could be toppled and Utopias created with the aid of art. How Dada, surrealism, constructivism and the Bauhaus articulated this dream-and witnessed its failure-is the broad subject of these shows...
...Daddy was playing another of his mysterious, macabre jokes last week-or so it seemed. From Uganda came reports that President for Life Idi Amin Dada had gone into a coma following surgery-at the hands of a Soviet doctor-for an undisclosed ailment. "It looks serious," said an aide. But as with so many other dramatic moments in Amin's life, there was less here than met the eye. The operation, it turned out, apparently lasted all of three minutes and was for the removal of a swelling on the lower part of his neck. At week...
This fall several nonfictional studies of the Ugandan dictator are to be published in the U.S. One, Idi Amin: Death-light of Africa (Little, Brown; $8.95), was written pseudonymously by a white civil servant who spent 20 years in Uganda; another, Idi Amin Dada: Hitler in Africa (Sheed Andrews and McMeel; $7.95), is by Thomas Patrick Melady, the last U.S. ambassador in Kampala, and his wife Margaret. In his short I Love Idi Amin (Fleming H. Revell; paperback, 95?), an African clergyman, Bishop Festo Kivengere, has written of the trials of the church and churchmen in Amin's Uganda...
...sequins and high-heeled silver boots, he takes on all black TV and radio preachers. The Rev. White disdains little black dollars from little black folk. Says he: "We're looking for the Billy Graham dollars." Changing into a medal-encrusted uniform, Pryor is Field Marshal Idi Amin Dada, the man of the mad, murderous giggle. "I love American people," says the field marshal. "I had two for lunch...
...instance, to demonstrate the European context of Jackson Pollock's drip-drawing, one would show the appropriate works by Masson and Ernst, not the empty doodle by Georges Mathieu that hangs next to Pollock's Number 32. The dismal efforts of French artists to turn their Dada heritage into American Pop are much in evidence. But it is one thing to dis inter the unmourned trivialities of people like Martial Raysse and quite an other to claim that they have any historical weight. There is no level on which the last part of "Paris - New York...