NO ONE WOULD DISPUTE THAT Harry Callahan has a reputation. He's a venerated name in postwar photography. What he lacks is a legend, the personal drama that turns a mere photographer into a cultural celebrity. Diane Arbus had her demons. Robert Frank has his melancholy. Richard Avedon has his glamour, so much of it that Hollywood turned his life into Funny Face. Callahan taught art school in Chicago and Providence, Rhode Island. Not much of a role there for Fred Astaire.
It is his fate that, at 83, Callahan is known almost entirely by his work. But it is work of...
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