Enrico Baj, 38, remembers as a teenager in Milan during World War II seeing resplendent Fascist generals swarming in the streets like Fiats. He has never liked military brass since, and is appalled by the way the world is again accepting "as reasonable and respectable the utterances and actions of these people," apparently drawing little distinction between Fascist and any other kind of general. His painting runs largely to poking fun at stuffed shirts in medal-festooned tunics.
On parade last week at the Manhattan gallery of Cordier & Ekstrom were half a dozen Baj generals, joined by other adroit spoofs in...
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