Killian’s largely five-star reviews of books, movies, poetry, CDs and the occasional object he may or may not have actually purchased (King’s BBQ Potato Salad, Aveda Sap Moss Conditioning Detangler, Gerber baby food that is “as resolutely sweet as a twenties Irving Berlin standard”) are learned, often laugh-out-loud funny, frequently moving, guilelessly enthusiastic and intellectually generous. The biggest laugh is that he conceived of a way to produce a wholly idiosyncratic art project on the ground of corporate real estate. In doing so he subverted the essentially cynical egotism of capitalism and reasserted art as, always and ever, communal. Read more
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