The Spectacle of Skill: Selected Writings of Robert Hughes

by Robert Hughes

Over the course of his distinguished career, Robert Hughes wrote with brutal honesty about art, architecture, culture, religion—and himself. The Spectacle of Skill brings together some of his most unforgettable pieces, culled from nine of his most widely read and important books, alongside never-before-published pages from his unfinished second volume of memoirs. Showcasing Hughes’s enormous range, this indispensable anthology offers a uniquely cohesive view of both the critic and the man.

Genres: Art, Essays, Nonfiction, Biography, Philosophy

688 pages, Paperback

First published November 17, 2015

About the author

Robert Studley Forrest Hughes, AO was an Australian art critic, writer and television documentary maker who has resided in New York since 1970. He was educated at St Ignatius' College, Riverview before going on to study arts and then architecture at the University of Sydney. At university, Hughes associated with the Sydney "Push" – a group of artists, writers, intellectuals and drinkers. Among the group were Germaine Greer and Clive James. Hughes, an aspiring artist and poet, abandoned his university endeavours to become first a cartoonist and then an art critic for the Sydney periodical The Observer, edited by Donald Horne. Around this time he wrote a history of Australian painting, titled The Art of Australia, which is still considered to be an important work. It was published in 1966. Hughes was also briefly involved in the original Sydney version of Oz magazine, and wrote art criticism for The Nation and The Sunday Mirror.

Hughes left Australia for Europe in 1964, living for a time in Italy before settling in London, England (1965) where he wrote for The Spectator, The Daily Telegraph, The Times and The Observer, among others, and contributed to the London version of Oz. In 1970 he obtained the position of art critic for TIME magazine and he moved to New York. He quickly established himself in the United States as an influential art critic.In 1975, he and Don Brady provided the narration for the film Protected, a documentary showing what life was like for Indigenous Australians on Palm Island.

In 1980, the BBC broadcast The Shock of the New, Hughes's television series on the development of modern art since the Impressionists. It was accompanied by a book of the same name; its combination of insight, wit and accessibility are still widely praised. In 1987, The Fatal Shore, Hughes's study of the British penal colonies and early European settlement of Australia, became an international best-seller.

Hughes provided commentary on the work of artist Robert Crumb in parts of the 1994 film Crumb, calling Crumb "the American Breughel". His 1997 television series American Visions reviewed the history of American art since the Revolution. He was again dismissive of much recent art; this time, sculptor Jeff Koons was subjected to criticism. Australia: Beyond the Fatal Shore (2000) was a series musing on modern Australia and Hughes's relationship with it. Hughes's 2002 documentary on the painter Francisco Goya, Goya: Crazy Like a Genius, was broadcast on the first night of the BBC's domestic digital service. Hughes created a one hour update to The Shock of the New. Titled The New Shock of the New, the program aired first in 2004. Hughes published the first volume of his memoirs, Things I Didn’t Know, in 2006.

Reviews

[Lara · Rating 5 out of 5]

Such is the talent of the late Robert Hughes, art critic for "Time" magazine for over thirty years and creator of the BBC TV series about modern art, “The Shock of the New”, that he could write about a telephone book and make it interesting.

"The Spectacle of Skill: New and Selected Writings of Robert Hughes", contains a posthumous collection of Hughes' highest literary achievements, with selections from prior works such "The Shock of the New" and "Things I Didn't Know", the memoir of his life and career prior to his hiring by "Time" magazine. The book concludes with an excerpt from Hughes’ unfinished memoir which would have picked up where “Things I Didn’t Know” left off.

In his criticism, Hughes’ pen was sharp and often eviscerating. His withering comments about the numbing quality of Warhol’s soup cans or Jean-Michel Basquiat (on the latter, “The only thing the market liked better than a hot young artist was a dead hot young artist”) are a treat not to be missed. But Hughes doesn’t just snipe or praise. “Spectacle” reminds us of the ever-present clarity and depth of his analyses.

He was highly skeptical of artists who, in his view, blatantly pander to the whimsy of the market. He distrusted artists who are motivated by the tastes of the market and not by their own vision. He maintained that great art is a cultural manifestation; therefore, particular styles and movements cannot and should not be viewed as separate from their cultural and historical contexts (i.e. Futurist art must be scrutinized in tandem with Fascism, the political ideology it was fighting against).

This past Christmas, I wished for two books that I knew I probably wouldn't get: a last, undiscovered work by Christopher Hitchens and one more book from Robert Hughes. Quite to my ecstatic surprise, I got one from each man. "The Spectacle of Skill" reminds lovers of Mr. Hughes that no one in the 20th century was more eloquent about art and its history than he. His passion for his subject puts paid to the assertion that the true value of art lies merely in the price it brings at auction. The genuine value of art is to be found in the engrossing mixture of its times, the story of its creation and a deeper understanding of its creator.

For those unfamiliar with Robert Hughes, this book is an excellent starting place. Also recommended is the DVD set of "The Shock of the New", his TV series on modern art, which is a worthy continuance of Sir Kenneth Clark's BBC series, "Civilisation".

[Michael · Rating 5 out of 5]

I was extraordinarily lucky. I read the collected essays both of James Baldwin and the Spectacle of Skill: New and Selected Writings of Robert Hughes. Both men were brilliant masters of the English language. Robert Hughes was raised in Australia where he was educated in a Jesuit school, and he learned classical English literature and Latin -- he would be fluent in Spanish and Catalan, and perhaps Italian and French. He left Australia to become one of the most prominent art critics in the English language. His series for the BBC, The Shock of the New, about modern art, was later expanded into a book (which I also have). He was noted for a balanced, witty style; and in the stylish world of New York art, being somewhat of an ornery conservative. But he was conservative in the best of ways, with a broad world-view and a profound understanding of history. It was true, as he sadly noted, that the art of his time did away with much of the technical mastery that had been learned in the past, but that--as he refused to note--was part of its purpose.
He became the art critic for Time Magazine and mingled with the rich and the famous. Of a meeting with Jerzy Kosinski:
"He was quick, arrogant, nervous, with bad teeth and a raptor's nose--like an ill-preserved but dangerous hawk...He told hilarious stories about his visit to Tunisia, as President Bourguiba's guest. The president gave a party for him in Hammamet and, late at night, suggested they go to a bathhouse. 'You will find exquisite creatures there, Mr. Kosinski,' he purred. 'Exquisite. You will never forget it.'"
"'All right,' said the somewhat drunken Jerzy, 'let's go. I haven't had a woman since I got to Tunisia,' he confided to the president.
"'A Woman, a woman!' Bourguiba cried, flicking him lightly on the shoulder. 'Quel fetichiste!'"
One can do no better than to quote Robert Hughes:
"For millions upon millions of people, a vast audience, much larger than print can claim, TV has taken over their image banks, their modes of social expression, their dreams, their fears. TV creates the icons to which they look and the forms of homage they pay to them. And yet there are some things TV cannot do; and, because it knows this, because it is not made by fools, TV favors and strives to create a mindset in which those things are not valued. They include, for instance, the ability to sustain and enjoy a nuanced argument, to look behind the screen of immediate 'iconic' events; to keep in mind moderately large amounts of significant information, or to remember today what some joker said last month...Commercial TV teaches its audience to scorn complexity and to feel, not think...More and more, network coverage treats politics as a gladiatorial sport. Having sown this wind, we now reap the whirlwind of an absurdly caricatured polity, under whose stress the traditional American genius for compromise, which is the very soul of a pluralist democracy, shows nasty signs of breaking down."
This book includes passages from his books The Shock and the New and The Fatal Shore, about the founding of Australia, Nothing if Not Critical, a collection of essays on art, Barcelona, Rome, Florence, A Jerk on One End (about fishing), and Goya. As Publishers Weekly commented -- it is marked by "his staggering erudition."
The essays are often profound, always learned, witty, and full of quotable phrases from a master (and opinionated) stylist. The only essay that rather disappoints is the last, which is about his relationship with his only son who committed suicide. Perhaps, writing a 'successful' essay about such a relationship--or non-relationship, as in Hughes' case--is impossible, but it is also the one essay where he dwells on his own flaws, his selfishness and immaturity, and the wit that always sustains him in the other essays, fails. It is striking to learn he hasn't really the language for intimacy about himself. He is, at his best, a perspicacious and sagacious observer of the world around him.
A marvelous collection by an extraordinary writer.

[Rose · Rating 4 out of 5]

A very good selection from his published writings as well as his from his previously unpublished continuation of his memoirs. His writing is clear and evocative and I could happily have read a book twice as long.

[David · Rating 4 out of 5]

Marred only by an introduction by the seriously unserious Adam Gopnik.

[Jack Youngkin · Rating 5 out of 5]

Lucid and piercing. Hughes' analysis of painted art since the early 2oth century is right on target.

[Kevin Tole · Rating 5 out of 5]

I like Robert Hughes' writing and criticism. Along with Peter Fuller, he has been for me a most influential art critic whose work I first came across with the blockbuster that every young art student came across in The Shock of the New. Nothing If Not Critical: Selected Essays on Art and Artists is a tour de force of art critical writing which anybody seriously interested in painting should have read. The Fatal Shore: The Epic of Australia's Founding was Hughes’ attempt to understand the history of his own country, and the books on Barcelona and Rome: A Cultural, Visual, and Personal History are deep rooted more-than-travelogues. I’ve read most of his work including the one not excerted here, Culture of Complaint: The Fraying of America. I admit I nearly sent The Spectacle of Skill back when I found that I had read most of the excerpts in the main books but I didn’t and am glad to have read Hughes’ brilliant prose again. But it is more than that. Hughes stands for not only a period of reviewing by people steeped in art and painting but also as a firm believer in the CRAFT of art and the joy of skill, a time when art schools believed in teaching rather than the academicism of artsy(arsey?) intellect and arty-bollix as they now appear to do.

Art made in the absence of craft is as empty as bullfighting in the absence of a bull.

The inflation of the market, the victory of promotion over connoisseurship, the manufacture of art-related glamour, the poverty of art training, the embattled state of museums, these will not vanish as at the touch of a wand now that 1990 is here.

For 1990 read 2018 – it all still applies.

Hughes can be an iconoclast and a reactionary. His diatribe in ‘The Decline of the City of Mahogany’ from Nothing If Not Critical is like a punch in the face to all those that thought Gilbert and George were something special and relevant rather than self-promoting glamour and shock value. Hughes called it as he saw it never being afraid of being called a fuddy-duddy old-timer steadfast in his views which were built firmly on solid principles of craft, skill and workmanship to make art that was skilled, knowing and had something to say. Nor did the cultural establishment escape his wrath either.

'Cultural Imperium' suggesting the idea of cultural hegemony such that what appears to be ‘avant garde’ and ‘radical’ is in fact intensely conservative and defined by the forces of economy and commodity trading which have absolutely no bearing on intrinsic value.

His ability to be charmingly cutting as in his put down of the Whitney Museum of American Art stands out in the less-is-more trope and should be contrasted with Peter Fuller’s full on raging polemic seen within the editorials of ‘Modern Painters’. On Jackson Pollock, Hughes successfully recognises that distance and time were required to separate the actuality of Pollock as a great artist from Pollock as a performer, a showroom dummy for those seeking an American Siegfried as exemplified in the film of his action painting and the many photographs by Newman, Namuth and Burckhardt.

Hughes above all else was totally against the perversion he saw in painting, away from skill and the greater beliefs in Art towards fetishism, glamour and celebrity, as well as decrying the fearful land-grab of art-by-commercialism and Art-as-Commodity. This comes across time and time again in the essays in 'Nothing If Not Critical' as well as his reviews and articles for Time magazine.

It is no accident that the immense fetishism that sustains the art market should have reached it's present level just at the time when the old purposes of art, the manifestation of myth and the articulation of social meaning have largely been taken away from painting and sculpture by film, television and photography. Only when an object is truly useless it seems, can capitalism see it as truly priceless.

But he was also a realist and not a romantic understanding that artists too had to live, had to sell, had to earn from their labour and as such he wasn't at all strictly against patronage and money.

The idea that patronage and trade automatically corrupt the well of the imagination is a pious fiction believed by some utopian lefties and a few people of genius like Blake but flatly contradicted by history itself.

Not for him either the artist-in-his/her-ivory-tower or the tortured-soul-living-on-a-crust-in-a-garret. Romantic he was not. His vision was to see through and describe in print what he saw as the cant and artifice of the commercial gallery scene and name/status/celebrity building for the sake of surplus value in art. He had the tools at hand and the knowledge to call these bodies to task and to counterpoint them against explicit quotes from as diverse sources as William Blake, Samuel Johnson and ancient Greek philosophy. And he saw this not only in relation to particular artists work (the venom and contempt felt about Schnabel and Warhol and Koons and Hirst and vapid conceptualism in general is palpable) but also about the way the gallery scene manipulated a sense of value and mystery that art should and does provide but has become kidnapped and ransomed to the realm of the super rich commodity owners and dealers and the lock-away-investment merchants . He fought quite ceaselessly against the pathetic narcissism of glamour and fame to register in favour of myth and deep seated value and intelligence - not the flippant self-declamation of solipsistic whimsy but for an underlying core of human values and he was not afraid to call individuals out on it.

The frame of language around Rothko saved his work from the kind of analysis that might have argued that Rothko, far from being Yahweh's official strenographer (a role not entirely monopolised by Barnett Newman despite his vigorous efforts) was a painter, a maker of visual fictions - better than most, but still prone to repetitions and quite able to succumb to his own formulas and reflexive cliche.

What Hughes was good at was social observation with regard to Art and how this has changed through time. The enjoyable self-stroke I feel reading Hughes writing in 1990 is undermined by the fact that if anything it is hyperbolically worse in terms of the narcissism, the blandness, the absence of real thought whilst seemingly being deep-'n'-meaningful in both the current Art milieu AND the institutions of Art Education. If anything the blase has burgeoned and the expectations and interests of millennials has seen all the horrors he documented magnify under their expectations and urgings of vapid art school 'tuition', such that going to Degree and Postgrad shows has become an exercise in window shopping for The Selfish, regurgitated and repackaged in the light of the decline of standards of why and what is taught as they continue to bomb like the maiden voyage of the Titanic to produce the bulimic epidemic which is now Art.

Above all their grasp of art history is only twenty years long and their connoisseurship is about a foot deep. Many of them seem to believe quite sincerely that Western Art began with Warhol. The others only behave as though it did. The idea of a present with continuous roots in history, where an artist's every action is judged by the unwearying tribunal of the dead, is utterly alien to them ......... They want to believe that right now they are living in the middle of one of the great creative moments of Western art, something like Paris in the late nineteenth century. And in a sense they are right, because at no time since 1900 has the ground been so crusted with academic art - except that the academicism is not that of Cabanel or Bouguereau or Meissonier: it is the academicism of the spray can and the pat gesture of deep "expressive" involvement that signifies only routine picture making, the academicism not of a depleted ideology but of a trivialised plurality.

This book should be seen as a primer to Hughes, in his criticism and his beliefs. You HAVE to go back to the books themselves and read them thoroughly. You may not agree with the stances he takes but everyone of the books engages the reader in a debate which is meaningful, which forces the reader to identify WHAT precisely they believe and to set standards for behaviour and prospect. So The Spectacle of Skill represents a damn good start to a whole raft of reading. Let the backlash against The Age of Narcissism commence!

[Marijean Miyar · Rating 4 out of 5]

I am a huge fan of Robert Hughes, and wish that he was still around so he could continue commenting on art and the the so-called art world. I taught Art History for many years, and I would recommend his books to my students by saying that he looked at everything from "down under." On top of being one of the most erudite and significant wordsmiths of his time, he always had a novel insight. More than anything, he called it like it was, every time! He did not suffer fools... and the art world breeds those.
This book is a compendium, things that I had already read and things that I hadn't. Plus, interspersed, particularly at the end, some autobiographical stuff. There is a LOT on fishing. Who knew!!! But always his language and syntax are a delight to read.

[Lewis Woolston · Rating 4 out of 5]

If i had more talent i'd love to be an essay writer in the style of people like Christopher Hitchens, Gore Vidal and Robert Hughes. I'd explain, in a brilliant and witty manner, why everyone is an idiot and why everything is declining. I'd be interviewed about my books and drop witty one liners that would be quoted for decades to come.
Alas i do not have the talent needed to make this dream a reality so some clever reviews on Goodreads is about all you get.
This book is a sort of "greatest hits album" of Robert Hughes career covering all his various interests over the years. From Australian history to Goya to Rome and a brilliant slagging-off of Andy Warhol it's all here. Delicious!

[Angela Koon · Rating 5 out of 5]

Technically speaking I haven't read Barcelona yet so I can't I've finished the book. Its just that I want to wait until one day I actually get to visit Barcelona before I read that part.
This book is a small collection of Robert Hughes's writings and every single chapter gave me joy and insight. This man is so clever so full of knowledge so funny, he has the ability to make really boring subject matter into interesting thoughts, the way he explained Goya's 3 May 1808 and the insight on history painting gave me new perspective to look at art and history.
I will definitely read his other books one day!

[Lisa · Rating 4 out of 5]

Some fascinating sections about artists I admire like Rauschenberg, Gaudi and Wyeth and lots of really eye-opening information about Australia and the dearth of art and art scholarship here in the fifties. I like how Hughes writes, particularly his essays from The Fatal Shore and his knowledge about art and history is prodigious and enlightening.

[Julie-anna Child · Rating 5 out of 5]

Stunning writing and ideas. Very funny jaded observation; the inside story to a rather craven art world. Good reading for cynical artists and antipodeans.