Admiration verging on idolatry is a dubious qualification for Writing about an artist or his work, especially in the absence...

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MARC CHAGALL

Admiration verging on idolatry is a dubious qualification for Writing about an artist or his work, especially in the absence of informed understanding, and Mr. Greenfeld tips his hat from the first: ""They all loved little Marc--and they all agreed that there was something special about him."" Only in a few scenes between Chagall and his future wife (apparently taken from the memoirs of one or the other) does the painter appear as a distinct personality; for the most part he is either the predestined genius or the triumphant hero. What passes for discussion of his work is occasional detailed description embellished with a few adjectives; nothing he ever painted, even his widely recognized failures, is less than extraordinary here. Youngsters interested in art will be ill-served by the superficiality and no one else is likely to get through the awkward text.

Pub Date: Nov. 1, 1967

ISBN: N/A

Page Count: -

Publisher: Follett

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Kirkus Reviews Issue: Nov. 1, 1967

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