Peter Schjeldahl wasn’t just annoyed with “After Nature” at the New Museum, he’s also underwhelmed by the show’s literary influence: WG Sebald’s book of the same name, “If the common run of contemporary art risks triviality in the pursuit of seduction, the new kind incurs hysteria as a toll of earnest intensity. Emotional reach exceeds formal grasp throughout the show, and certain melodramatic lurches fail entirely. (I don’t care what Robert Kusmirowski intends by his painstaking reconstruction of the Una-bomber Ted Kaczynski’s cabin; it’s dumb.)… Existentialist standards of authenticity may be back in force, however fleetingly. How much can we bear of art that, like Sebald’s writing, glories in bottomless malaise? I expect we’ll find out.” Hrag Vartanian was less forgiving: “The horse with its head in the wall (Maurizio Cattelan, Untitled, 2007) was the most arresting work on display. I imagined that the horse wasn’t dead as much as escaping the pretentious curatorial premise.”

Posted by Joanne on Aug 5, 2008 | Comments | Link

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