Richard Lindner's art comes on with the blaring oompah of a brass band. His subject is peoplenotably women. They are overripe nymphets whose hearts belong to Dada. Emblazoned in garish circus colors, more powerful than comic-book Supermen, his colossal caricatures loom like contemporary Baals.
His hard, bright images of the current scene, now on view at Manhattan's Cordier & Ekstrom Gallery, make Lindner seem almost pop. But he is 65 and neo-nothing. He has successfully spanned the decades between the black Brechtian satire of his early years in pre-Hitler Germany and...