Tired of the high-stakes doom circus of American politics? Try art criticism! Here's my late-breaking review of the 2024 Whitney Biennial, which doubles as a "review" of New York, and of reality itself. It’s rare that one can trust blistering reviews that show no sympathy, or celebratory puff-pieces that can’t see what’s wrong – this review tries to do both, offering an attempt at devastating critique followed by near delirious adulation.
