Like ancient Athens, "the Athens of America" has its back streets. Artist Jack Levine was born on one, in Boston's grimy South End, and he has never achieved the coolness and balance of a Phidias or a Copley. He puts his passion into pictures in which rich people look like withered apples seen through a mist of rage.
For 20 months during the war, Technical Sergeant Levine did clerical work in one of the loneliest spots in the world, an Army base on Ascension Island in mid-Atlantic. On the side he painted a Crucifixion for the Catholic chapel....
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