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...Biennale, which began in 1895, is the oldest living, official new-art event. Through the '50s, it acquired an inimitable prestige, and its prizes were held to be enormously important in the marketing of an artist: nothing could have given Robert Rauschenberg's career a faster boost than winning the Gran Premio in 1964. This changed in the wake of '68, when art-student radicals occupied the Accademia di Belli Arti, in protest against the commodification of culture (how many of them, one wonders, are art dealers today?). In panic, the Biennale decided in 1972 to jettison the prize system...
...cannot, or will not, see its inherent strangeness. Mach is not just a fine-art version of the reclusive hobbyist who makes Eiffel Towers or Brooklyn Bridges from a million spent matches. He wants to turn surplus against itself -- not in the friendly way of Kurt Schwitters or Robert Rauschenberg but with real bloody-mindedness. A Million Miles Away posits a world in which things are carried along, bobbing like corks, on a gross, value-free cataract of media imagery. The waves of magazines undulate with a glutinous, twining rhythm, and their movement seems irresistible: they are going to take...
There have been several dance autobiographies recently, many of them extolling or punishing George Balanchine along the way, but none is as intelligent or funny or shrewd as this one. Taylor's insights on fellow artists -- Graham, Balanchine, Robert Rauschenberg -- are unusually trenchant and fresh. The book is blessedly free of the cleaned-up quality that such memoirs often have, which inevitably makes the childhood chapters the only interesting, trustworthy ones. Talk about warts and all! For readers who want to hear about pressures and strains on the professional dancer -- the drugs, the drink, the penury -- they are all here...
Cover: Collage by Robert Rauschenberg...
...carries away the impression that virtually everything in the new wing -- from its roomful of Paul Klees (a gift from that doyen of European art dealers, Heinz Berggruen) to its enormous, rambling and rhapsodical environment by Robert Rauschenberg, 1/4 Mile or 2 Furlong Piece -- sits in the right place and space. This is no small architectural achievement. Roche Dinkeloo's plan avoids the inflexible, linear character of many museum layouts, seen at its worst at the Guggenheim, which propels the visitor on a one-way trip down the tunnel of art history; instead, the Met wing invites one to reflect...