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נקמתו המתוקה של פיקאסו: צלילה לתוך ביצת האומנות המודרנית
ספרו של חוקר האומנת והפסל המדופלם של אפרים קישון על אודות העשבים השוטים בגני הציור המודרני כבר הספיק לכבוש קהל רב ברחבי תבל.
עתה מוגש הספר המפורסם, עם מאות תמונות צבעוניות, גם בהוצאה ישראלית מפוארת.
כשירות לציבור הנבוך מציע קישון מדריך-כיס קטן של ביטויים מסורסים, השגורים בפי המומחים בשפת האספרנטו האומנותי, אשר אינה מובנת אפילו למבקרי האומנות עצמם, אבל מאפשרת להם לבלבל את מוחותיהם של רבבות אזרחים חפים מפשע.
עתה מוגש הספר המפורסם, עם מאות תמונות צבעוניות, גם בהוצאה ישראלית מפוארת.
כשירות לציבור הנבוך מציע קישון מדריך-כיס קטן של ביטויים מסורסים, השגורים בפי המומחים בשפת האספרנטו האומנותי, אשר אינה מובנת אפילו למבקרי האומנות עצמם, אבל מאפשרת להם לבלבל את מוחותיהם של רבבות אזרחים חפים מפשע.
- GenresArtNonfictionHumor
152 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 1987
15 people want to read
About the author
Ephraim Kishon
267 books163 followersEphraim Kishon (Hebrew: אפרים קישון) was an Israeli writer, satirist, dramatist, screenwriter, and film director.
Born into a middle-class Jewish family in Budapest, Hungary, as Ferenc Hoffmann (Hungarian Hoffmann Ferenc), Kishon studied sculpture and painting, and then began publishing humorous essays and writing for the stage.
During World War II the Nazis imprisoned him in several concentration camps. At one camp his chess talent helped him survive as the camp commandant was looking for an opponent. In another camp the Germans lined up the inmates shooting every tenth person, passing him by. He later wrote in his book The Scapegoat, "They made a mistake—they left one satirist alive." He managed to escape while being transported to the Sobibor death camp in Poland, and hid the remainder of the war disguised as "Stanko Andras", a Slovakian laborer.
After 1945 he changed his surname from Hoffmann to Kishont to disguise his Jewish heritage and returned to Hungary to study art and publish humorous plays. He immigrated to Israel in 1949 to escape the Communist regime, and an immigration officer gave him the name Ephraim Kishon.
His first marriage, in 1946 to Eva (Chawa) Klamer, ended in divorce. In 1959, he married his second wife Sara (née Lipovitz), who died in 2002. In 2003, he married the Austrian writer Lisa Witasek. He had three children: Raphael (b. 1957), Amir (b. 1963), and Renana (b. 1968).
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Born into a middle-class Jewish family in Budapest, Hungary, as Ferenc Hoffmann (Hungarian Hoffmann Ferenc), Kishon studied sculpture and painting, and then began publishing humorous essays and writing for the stage.
During World War II the Nazis imprisoned him in several concentration camps. At one camp his chess talent helped him survive as the camp commandant was looking for an opponent. In another camp the Germans lined up the inmates shooting every tenth person, passing him by. He later wrote in his book The Scapegoat, "They made a mistake—they left one satirist alive." He managed to escape while being transported to the Sobibor death camp in Poland, and hid the remainder of the war disguised as "Stanko Andras", a Slovakian laborer.
After 1945 he changed his surname from Hoffmann to Kishont to disguise his Jewish heritage and returned to Hungary to study art and publish humorous plays. He immigrated to Israel in 1949 to escape the Communist regime, and an immigration officer gave him the name Ephraim Kishon.
His first marriage, in 1946 to Eva (Chawa) Klamer, ended in divorce. In 1959, he married his second wife Sara (née Lipovitz), who died in 2002. In 2003, he married the Austrian writer Lisa Witasek. He had three children: Raphael (b. 1957), Amir (b. 1963), and Renana (b. 1968).
Bulgarian Profile.
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February 29, 2020
There is much truth to what Kishon writes in this book, but I am not sure it is well-served by his honest way of presenting his thesis.
I happen to enjoy modern art. I go to modern art museums and exhibitions and I find much of it ironic and thought provoking. Sometimes I find a strange tranquillity in simple abstract symmetry, or lack of, and I even enjoy some of it simply for being disturbing. Unlike Kishon, I don't believe all art should be eye-pleasing, and I think this part of Kishon's thesis is the weakest.
On the other hand, I also find some of modern art completely pointless. I also feel sometimes that it has become a refuge for talent-less "artists", self-perpetuated by the mambo-jumbo of art critics. Like Kishon, I lament the fact that there is so little place left for modern classic artists. I think faux-art deserves ridicule, and humor is a good way to address this. I also happen to be one of those few which enjoys Kishon's humor. However, if there is one thing I found lacking in this book, it is humor. I am afraid Kishon is simply not funny in this book, and by this, he undermines his own strength.
To summarize, I found this book thought provoking, but humorless. Three stars out of five.
I happen to enjoy modern art. I go to modern art museums and exhibitions and I find much of it ironic and thought provoking. Sometimes I find a strange tranquillity in simple abstract symmetry, or lack of, and I even enjoy some of it simply for being disturbing. Unlike Kishon, I don't believe all art should be eye-pleasing, and I think this part of Kishon's thesis is the weakest.
On the other hand, I also find some of modern art completely pointless. I also feel sometimes that it has become a refuge for talent-less "artists", self-perpetuated by the mambo-jumbo of art critics. Like Kishon, I lament the fact that there is so little place left for modern classic artists. I think faux-art deserves ridicule, and humor is a good way to address this. I also happen to be one of those few which enjoys Kishon's humor. However, if there is one thing I found lacking in this book, it is humor. I am afraid Kishon is simply not funny in this book, and by this, he undermines his own strength.
To summarize, I found this book thought provoking, but humorless. Three stars out of five.
October 5, 2017
Kishon als letzter Mensch mit gesundem Menschenverstand schimpft über Kunst. Nicht so witzig, aber auch nicht so gemeint.
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