For many people, writes R. R. Reno in The Bohemian Mystique , the English painter Lucian Freud’s
youthful adventures with criminals and other maladjusted misfits give his artistic vision a special authenticity. His experiences “on the margins” create a “transgressive imagination.” Or so we can easily imagine a contemporary professor—or a noted critic or a major journalist—saying.
That idea began with Rousseau and now infects nearly all of us, he goes on to write in today’s “On the Square” article, with consequences he describes.
Notes on Anosmia
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Empire of Unreality
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