Met Museum Goes Oceanic, Mayan, and Edo in the Reborn Rockefeller Wing

I hadn’t visited the Metropolitan Museum of Art, hard to believe, since this past spring, when I reviewed its splendid Sargent and Paris.

Summer in New York is disgusting, a very good reason to skip it, but so much happens at the Met that an art critic could write about it all the time. It’s a big country, so I spent my pennies going west — Santa Fe; Albuquerque; Milwaukee; under-the-radar Sheboygan, the Malibu of the Midwest; Chicago; and Texas.

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Brian T. Allen

Brian T. Allen is National Review’s art critic.

I hadn’t visited the Metropolitan Museum of Art, hard to believe, since this past spring, when I reviewed its splendid Sargent and Paris.

Summer in New York is disgusting, a very good reason to skip it, but so much happens at the Met that an art critic could write about it all the time. It’s a big country, so I spent my pennies going west — Santa Fe; Albuquerque; Milwaukee; under-the-radar Sheboygan, the Malibu of the Midwest; Chicago; and Texas.