There are a few living American artists whose latest show one would always feel eager to see. Susan Rothenberg is high on the list. At 42 she has survived the cultural gorge-and-puke of the early '80s, the manic starmaking and the pressure on immature talent -- all due, presumably, to wither in the hangover from the bull market. Rothenberg's anxious but unhurried cast of mind was somehow fortified in the pressure cooker. Her current show at New York City's Sperone Westwater gallery (through Nov. 14) is in some respects her best yet.
Rothenberg first appeared in the mid-'70s -- a time...
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