O, Pegeen, I’m sorrowed to hear that your husband was supposed to save you from suicide, but didn’t show up in time. Maybe, Sylvia Plath had a similar expectation.
Men!
“Peggy Guggenheim: Art Addict” is delicious, if you can forget that, by now, the art is cliché. The art was regarded as worthless at the time! Peggy Guggenheim was an idiosyncratic savant, a naïve existentialist before Paris existentialism. She was living outsider art before it keynoted the mid-century.