Remembering Peter Schjeldahl, a Consummate Critic
October 24, 2022 7:48 AM Subscribe
A voice is what he always had: distinct, clear, funny. A poet’s voice—epigrammatic, nothing wasted. (archive.ph link)
Schjeldahl died of lung cancer, and wrote of his diagnosis and morality in The Art of Dying (archive.ph link) (previously), saying "I know about ending a dependency. I’m an alcoholic twenty-seven years sober. Drink was destroying my life. Tobacco only shortens it, with the best parts over anyway."
Appreciation: Why New Yorker art critic Peter Schjeldahl was the last of a breed
Writing for The New Yorker and The Village Voice, he was an indispensable guide to art on view, both old and new.
Schjeldahl died of lung cancer, and wrote of his diagnosis and morality in The Art of Dying (archive.ph link) (previously), saying "I know about ending a dependency. I’m an alcoholic twenty-seven years sober. Drink was destroying my life. Tobacco only shortens it, with the best parts over anyway."
Appreciation: Why New Yorker art critic Peter Schjeldahl was the last of a breed
Writing for The New Yorker and The Village Voice, he was an indispensable guide to art on view, both old and new.
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