For more than a month I’ve wanted to do a roundup of the gallery shows on Madison Avenue, so last Saturday, after staying in bed till noon (this art critiquing is exhausting), I took myself off to do just that, not bothering to eat (for someone my age, eating tends to be frowned upon). Would hunger darken my usual cheerful outlook? As Peter Schjeldahl might say, let’s see.
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