David Levine has died and it's hard to imagine the New York Review of Books without him. An era seems to be passing before our eyes.
“They were extraordinary drawings with extraordinary perception,” Jules Feiffer said in a recent interview about the work of Mr. Levine, who was his friend. He added: “In the second half of the 20th century he was the most important political caricaturist. When he began, there was very little political caricature, very little literary caricature. He revived the art.”
Also, a quibble:
Especially in his political work, his portraits betrayed the mind of an artist concerned, worriedly concerned, about the world in which he lived.
Setting aside that this sentence is one of those pseudo-profundities that, on closer examination, doesn't really say much at all, is it just me, or is "worriedly concerned" a shockingly ugly and redundant construction? Doesn't concern imply worry? Is there an editor in the house? Somewhere, Bob Silvers is shuddering.