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Clark is best known for his work on 19th-century Realism, and now he has come to Picasso to write its final chapter. Cubism is retrogressive in that it looks back to Realism's cause — its social cause, not its stylistic cause. It is suggested that Cubism is at base a revival of old modernism. Then after the First World War "Cubist space disintegrated . . . [as] Bohemia disintegrated . . . The long form of life that Bohemia had represented — represented by opposing — had been irrevocably destroyed." This "domestication" of Cubism is "to be regretted when set against the century's first hopes".

The Marxist dream for art was dying. Clark defines Marxism as the theory of how "bourgeois society . . . would come to grief". It is that. But for anyone who is not a Marxist, Marxism's real distinction is its yearning to bring bourgeois society to grief. Modernism gave up on the Marxist ideal — that is what we are supposed to see in the changing depictions of space by Picasso, the "artist of the century", who painted "the pathology of an age, not an individual". In Clark's formulation, true modernism is revolutionary, perhaps inseparable from Marxism. What is so precious in Cubist art is that the painter had "disappeared into the style". Picasso said, "We were trying to set up a new world order". With this book Clark hopes for nothing less than to "to keep a kind of resentment at modernism alive, in order to keep modernism alive" — to keep the struggle alive. 

Clark broadly approves of Clement Greenberg's assessment that "Picasso was a very great artist between 1906 and 1926 . . . But . . . a very uneven artist since then, and in the last twenty years [up to 1956] not even a good one on the whole". Greenberg attributed Picasso's decline to his "pursuing expressiveness and emotional emphasis beyond the coherence of style". I take the point; but it does not worry me. It seems right that a painter should pursue expressiveness and emotional emphasis. Coherence of style is the preoccupation of painters caught up in dogma — the sort of dogma that Greenberg liked to lay down for them. By now, I suppose, we have tired of that pretend valiant struggle against arbitrary, narrow, self-imposed artistic idioms. I suspect Picasso tired of it too; but Clark, of course, still believes in it — that is why he complains. 

During the 1930s, Clark feels Picasso's painting suffered "a massive drop in aesthetic temperature" — this would be the result of his having neglected the true modernist cause. Picasso began to draw and paint the old myths. "A token exterior has won." Or, as I see it, art has won. This is the point where Picasso becomes more interesting to me — I think I would rather look at the Vollard Suite etchings than any Cubist work. Picasso grew up into an artist, from being merely a modernist. Clark is indeed aware of another view of Picasso. He says perceptively of Guernica that "our culture clings to it, as if in reaction to everything else Picasso stands for." He may prefer Picasso as Nietzsche's painter, the unmoral painter, for ideological reasons, but nowadays most people do not. Most people, outside universities, want more from art than the embodiment of radical theories.

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boyinthebubble
July 23rd, 2013
12:07 PM
For much of the 20th century Picasso came to be the perfect pin up for the celebrity-slavering arts and media establishment....combining as he did a faux radicalism with a tantalising droit de seigneur lifestyle. His absurdly over-hyped reputation helped to eclipse that of many genuine creative talents. During his time too, the West produced a great many world-changing engineers, scientists and entrepreneurs who virtually no one has even heard of. And now of course we have Damien Hirst and Tracy Emin to lionise.

Boyinthebubble
July 22nd, 2013
10:07 PM
Picasso: the ideal darling of high-end celebrity slaverers everywhere....faux radical with a tantalising touch of the back street droit de seigneur. During his time, his celebrity eclipsed that of many truly creative talents and during his time too there have been many world-changing engineers and entrepreneurs that no one has even heard of.

Carl Forgach
July 21st, 2013
2:07 AM
“Today, as you know, I am famous and very rich. But when completely alone with myself, I haven't the nerve to consider myself an artist in the great and ancient sense of the word. There have been great painters like Giotto, Titian, Rembrandt and Goya. I am only a public entertainer who has understood his time. This is a bitter confession, mine, more painful indeed than it may seem, but it has the merit of being sincere." "The God of modern art admitted he was a fraud. What more can we say?"

Anonymous
July 11th, 2013
11:07 AM
I'm continually stunned by the gullible legions who revere Picasso as a genius. Early on, he exhibited the gifts of a fine artist, but his outsize ego took him down paths of ugliness and caricature. Picasso believed beauty did not exist? No surprise there, as all but a handful of his works are little more than dashed-off crap. The overwrought analysis of "the genius" and his works is strained tedium at its worst.

seamus
July 10th, 2013
10:07 PM
I met Tim 40 years ago when I was in college. Nicest man in the world. He didn't talk like he writes, and although I struggled to follow his talk, (it was the dawn of post modernist language torture), we had a great conversation afterwards about the Caillebotte painting "Paris Street: Rainy Day". What struck me was how carefully he actually looked at the painting; as opposed to most of my art history instructors who tended to repeat what they had read. I wonder if Tim's book really advances much past the arguments so lucidly argued by John Berger on the same subject.

Percival
July 10th, 2013
1:07 PM
The use of paradoxes as a rhetorical gimmick is skewered in Proust, where the Duchess de Guermantes terrorizes her female friends with them. One, shocked from top to toe on hearing the latest stunner (about Kant I think), goes home and puts her feet in cold water. Readers of academic paradoxes, which are, like the Duchess's, intended to startle and intimdate, might repeat silently to themselves Faulkner's response to an academic's "deep," and thus surprising, never before thought of, interpretation of his work: "I wouldn't be surprised." Very cool.

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