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| | The New Yorker : critics : art |
 | | Lucian Freud, the subject of a huge retrospective at Tate Britain, in London, is living proof that national character still counts in art, globalization or no globalization. |
 | | Freud began his career, during London's cold-water wartime and postwar years, as a kind of modern-arty, melancholy Pierrot, channelling styles that were in vogue at the time. |
 | | Freud's knack for caricatural likeness gives his subjects, who tend to be people he knows, rather than professional models, enough hints of an interior life to offset the impression of a meat rack. |
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