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...Sherman Suchow has undergone quite a transformation. Born in Brooklyn 59 years ago, he now calls himself Charles Merrill Mount, affects an English accent, carries a walking stick and sports classic three-piece suits. An art historian and portrait painter, Mount stands accused of pursuing a third career as well: pilferer of rare historical documents. Last week the FBI arrested him for possessing a 1904 letter signed by Novelist Henry James that had been missing from the Library of Congress. Five days earlier Mount had been charged with stealing letters written by Abraham Lincoln and Winston Churchill. Said Special...
...least in America. Apart from political enlightenment, one of the things that killed it was the growth of the art market. Now that any list of collectors' favorites in current art would have to include Nancy Graves, Agnes Martin, Louise Bourgeois, Susan Rothenberg, Elizabeth Murray, Jennifer Bartlett, Cindy Sherman and Joan Snyder, it is fatuous to talk as though women in 1987 formed an oppressed aesthetic class. About half the substructure of power in the art world, from museum curators and dealers to critics and corporate art advisers, is female. No talented woman has real difficulty getting her work into...
After that ego-deflating lunch, the tumult of the convention was a relief. As Madison took his front-row seat with the Virginia delegation, a page handed him a hastily scrawled note from Roger Sherman of Connecticut: "We need to talk." This could be the break in the deadlock that Madison was hoping for; Sherman was the last of the old-time New England bosses. But getting through the clogged aisles to the Connecticut delegation on the other side of Independence Hall was a nightmare. A live-TV crew dogged Madison's every step as Reporter Don Samuelson shouted questions...
...minutes and nine "no comments" later, Madison was literally closeted with Sherman in a custodial storage area behind the rostrum. At 66, the rugged, rough-hewn Sherman, who had never worn a wig in his life, was not a man to mince words. "James," he said, his foot resting on a slops bucket, "we can't write a Constitution in this bedlam. Hell, every time I belch, I discover I'm on live TV. Enough of this posturing and strutting, I'm going home to New Haven...
Madison scanned Sherman's pockmarked face looking for an opening. "But Roger," he pleaded, "I thought you were working on a compromise. Some arrangement where the small states would have equal footing in the upper chamber of the legislature." Sherman shook his gray head sadly. "Yeah, James, I tried. But I'm old enough to know that politics is the art of the possible. There are just too many pressure groups, too many cameras, too much openness, too much damn democracy to make this thing work." Madison started to object, but Sherman cut him off. "Cheer up, James," he said...