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...italicized emphases. He tosses off one-liners (calling, for instance, his Aunt Sylvia "the Benvenuto Cellini of strudel") as if he has a stable of Borscht Belt writers churning out his material. On the psychiatric couch, Kepesh is a regular lie-down comic: "I cannot maintain an erection, Dr. Klinger. I cannot maintain a smile, for that matter...
...scratching." The man with the pen "looks perpetually at the unfilled holes, the yearned for and the barely attainable; his is a personal coming to terms with a world of irreconcilable powers. The painter bodies forth optimism ... the draftsman cannot escape his more negative vision, beyond appearances." So Klinger the painter moved sedately between a professorship in Leipzig and his country vineyard, turning out the portraits and allegories his patrons sought, and ignoring the obsessions which Klinger the draftsman could not deny himself...
...haunted him: fetishism and an erotic consciousness of death. Nowhere did he express this desire to tie love and death together more succinctly than in an etching of 1884 called Finis. It is the last plate in an ironical series on the life of a "fallen woman," throughout which Klinger essayed some bitter jabs at the prevailing Victorian hypocrisies about virginity and whoredom. The luckless and persecuted heroine, freed from life, is carried away by an angel, or maybe an ideal lover, sprawled on his wings as on a feather bed. "We flee the shadow of death, not death itself...
Alarming Glove. Klinger's fetishism dominates his strangest and best known series of etchings: a fantasy which begins innocently enough with the artist picking up a girl's glove at a roller-skating rink, and follows the glove through a fabulous series of dream vicissitudes. The artist competes for this odd love-object against a baleful, glove-napping reptile-which, in The Abduction, sprouts wings like a pterodactyl and lurches off into the night sky with its prey. Such etchings, in their impassioned and somewhat poker-faced grotesqueries, are reminiscent of Goya, who gave visual substance to those...
...resonance of his imagery that Klinger's work depends for its enduring value. His handling of tone (and thus of space) tended to be weak, and his drawing was often coarse and perfunctory. His strength was neurosis, and the best of his etchings, with their strangely modern battles of id and antimacassar, are illustrations of a Freudian maxim: civilization is repression...