Paul Fletcher Fletcher itibaren 87066 Longobucco CS, İtalya
A bizarre book. Essentially a book of propaganda in favor of corporate collecting of modern and contemporary art, written at the height of the 1960s corporate culture in America. Unceasingly optimistic and self-congratulating, without any investigation into the possibly parlous effects of the corporate patronage model on art production and artistic freedom. What's so strange is that the book is beautiful, well-designed, looks like it's going to be a Marxist tract and the first page sets it up as a scathing critique of art collector ideology - but that's it. The rest is a paean to the visionary Mead Corporation for buying art - mostly anonymous American abstract and figurative painters. Best read as a historical document of postwar buoyancy and myopia.