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...Horizon History of Russia by the editors of Horizon Magazine. Text by Ian Grey. 404 pages. American Heritage. $22. Russia's first thaw occurred about 15,000 years ago when the Ice Age came to a close. South of the Arctic Circle, evergreens spread from Finland to the Bering Sea. A great network of rivers, including the Don, began flowing quietly and otherwise; the steppe rolled out from the Carpathians to Mongolia; the semi-deserts of Central Asia pillowed to the south. Into this immensity came Goths, Slavs, Vikings and Tatars, mixing their blood on battlefields and in bedrooms...
...renown Erikson is modest. All he has to offer, he says, is "a way of looking at things." At this moment in history, it is a most helpful, hopeful and even necessary way. Behind the glib label "identity" is the broad conviction that the ego is not some wavering horizon line between the superego and the id but an organized entity in which one can have what Erikson calls "accrued confidence." In the search for identity, even the generations are allowed a more positive role. Erikson was fascinated by G.B. Shaw's "eight years of solitude" spent trying...
...only a few instances when writer-director-photographer Korty shows any flair for metaphor. When Sarah reminisces about sitting with her dying mother, the camera pans up the thin tube rising from her mother's arm to the vial of plasma, a sterile white building jutting vertically on the horizon seen through a window. And when Danny chops wood, the sun produces flare effects on the axe's downward lunge, a pleasant bit of work-glorifying imagery. For the great part of the film's duration, however, the audience is merely lulled into acceptance by the screen's warm colors...
...that Dürer and SchÖngauer had engraved came back to haunt living artists; the full force of literary romanticism, with its themes of love, death, exile and transcendence, played over them. The caped solitary figures in Caspar David Friedrich's paintings, staring mutely at the horizon with backs turned, are like footnotes to Goethe's Sorrows of Young Werther...
Morning is about freshness, birth, starting new. Aurora, goddess of dawn, advances from a distant pearl-pink horizon, and a newborn baby lies squirming on a carpet of grass and flowers. In a flood of crystalline blue light, lilies open in the sky to release their freight of music-making putti. "When I turn to flowers and trees," Runge once wrote, "it becomes clearer to me how in each plant is contained a certain human spirit, idea or feeling, and it is very clear to me that it must have originated in Paradise." -Robert Hughes