Word: normans
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When it comes to Norman Rockwell, we all know what we're supposed to think. Rockwell is to modern art what Robert Mapplethorpe is to family values--a slap in the face to all serious standards. So much the worse that for decades he was the best-loved American artist, at least until he was usurped by an even shrewder judge of the national disposition, Andy Warhol. To the art world Rockwell was an exasperating holdout, the man who didn't care that in the 20th century it was simply uncalled for to paint sweet-tempered vignettes in a representational...
...watershed in cultural attitudes that over the next two years the Rockwell retrospective now at Atlanta's High Museum of Art will be making a national victory lap. It's not just that it passes through Chicago, Washington, San Diego and Phoenix, Ariz., then touches down at the Norman Rockwell Museum in Stockbridge, Mass.--the place where his work is usually confined, to contain any risk of aesthetic infection. It's that the tour ends in triumph at the Guggenheim Museum in New York City, an institution founded as a stronghold of "nonobjective art." If Rockwell can enter the Guggenheim...
Take his music. That Monty Norman's classic tune can be straightforward enough to instantly stick in one's head yet sophisticated enough to instantly trigger one's imagination is a minor miracle, not to be overlooked. It calls for a precise interplay of uncomplicated but carefully wrought elements: the tensely chromatic rise and fall of the bass, the edgy twang of crafty appoggiaturas, wailing brass punctuation in all the right places. It's just so. What the music doesn't need is a techno beat underneath...
...economy that is supposedly booming, 44 million Americans are uninsured, including one out of every five blacks," said A. Philip Randolph Institute President Norman Hill...
...everyone wanted to make it seem as though Wilt and I were enemies. That was far from reality. The older we got, the more we liked each other. Through the years I was always pleased when I'd answer the phone and hear, "Hello, Felton, this is Norman [our middle names]." Sometimes our calls would take us late into the night. We would talk about politics, spiritual things, even basketball. Ultimately we came to realize that we shared much more than just height. We shared an understanding of the road we had traveled. Playing basketball was never who we were...