Some small, but interesting stories in the arts this week. Focusing on cultural affairs and whims:

  • Critic nonpareil Edmund Wilson enters the Library of America. Wilson verged into that field of arts and letters that may declare a work’s adequacy, but seemed in my opinion to be particularly perceptive and keen. I shall return to one of his most anguished cries in a future post. (NYTimes Arts)
  • No doubt about it: the art world is getting smaller. India’s spot on that map is getting larger in that it is getting closer to us. But that is not necessarily all well and good for its purveyors: “…with this change has come the slow unraveling of the tightknit community that Ms. Gupta idealizes and that now gathers mostly at far-flung exhibition openings — hardly the forum for intense discussions of issues and artwork.” (NYTimes Arts)
  • In Cambodia, citizens prove Sun Tzu’s axiom that water will run to the path of least resistance by taking the arts back and away from government control. The fact is, people want to dance and they don’t want to do it the way the government approves of anymore.
  • The redoubtable Mario Vargas Llosa admired Reagan, but could not fathom his adoration for Louis L’Amour. And he loves “bad girls.” (NYTimes Arts)
  • And… ummm… I’m not so sure I would be raving like this about this. The author of this “tribute” also posted this rambling soliloquy about a far more interesting architectural construct. (NYTimes Arts, proving that there’s no accounting for taste.)