With more Poles in Britain than at any time since the second world war, when the 17,000 remnant of the Polish army arrived after the fall of France, this book could not be more pertinent. Nor could it have been written by anyone better. Douglas Hall (b. 1926) was the first Keeper (indeed the Alfred Barr) of the Scottish National Gallery of Modern Art. He made a virtue of a small budget by backing artistic outsiders rather than hot favourites, and these uprooted Polish painters were by definition eccentric. Under his keepership no British public gallery did more for them in the long years of their exile. It is a chastening story, a reminder of how insular and biased art- historical surveys usually are; how unconcerned countries are with foreign art; and what a snowplough fashion is, clearing a path for the not necessarily deserving few, burying everyone else.
issue 17 May 2008
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