There’s a one-word hint in Michiko Kakutani opening paragraph that her review of Laurence Gonzales’ novel will take a disparaging tone:
Think of a contemporary version of Mary Shelley’s “Frankenstein” in which an egotistical scientist’s creation is not a hideous-looking monster but a well-mannered teenage girl who quotes Shakespeare, listens to Tom Petty and uses Facebook and YouTube. This is the high-concept premise of Laurence Gonzales’s lumpy new novel, “Lucy.” (more)
Right. It’s “lumpy.” When lumpy is the first descriptive in a book review, that review will fall short of rave. The same can’t be said in visual art, where a critic might easily use the word as praise. In visual art, silky is not a top and lumpy a bottom. They are just another spectrum across which artists secure a place.
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Fertility— http://kmarulis.wordpress.com/
I made a painting when my daughter was pregnant and fertility was on my mind. In many primitive(so called) cultures of the world artists created a symbol to ensure the agricultural harvest and the continuation of life. These small sculptures could be found in the painted caves of France, among the African Tribes and as far away as ancient native ruins of central and South America. It strikes me as an amazing curiosity the physical similarities of those sculptures and the universal desire to recognize and utilize the female ability to recreate life.