It’s quite easy to pick on the follies of Post-Modernism. But to harken back to some “Golden Age in the 1960s, as a new critique of po-mo does, is just wrong-headed. The book appears “fixated on some late 19th century concept of order on the art scene – the artist in his (yes, his) studio, the work displayed in its correct place in the museum, the audience properly intimidated by Masterpieces, the moral value of Art interpreted by beady-eyed critics – perhaps the unhappy author of this book. But much has changed since the 19th century, not all for the worse.” – The Idler