With all the solemnity of a high court rendering judgment, the handful of loyal surrealists who still rally round Poet Andre Breton, 59, intoned a malediction on one of their founding members, then relegated him to the ranks of the living dead. The victim: Painter Max Ernst, 63, whose dreamscapes haunted with women in birds' plumage, boilerplate elephants and the carnage of dismembered mannequins long kept him in the surrealist van. His crime: winning first prize in last year's Venice Biennale (TIME, June 28).
Beyond the Pale. The verdict, published in the current issue of surrealism's official magazine Medium, recited Ernst's sins...