the new yorker on n.o. and p.1

Peter Schjeldahl comments that New Orleans is to other cities like a poem is to prose in this satisfying New Yorker article about the biennial. I don't find Mark Bradford's ark "consoling," as he does; for me, it's a downright fortress, and my place in the accompanying scenario is pretty obvious: I'm not one of the chosen onboard. Schjeldahl does give Victor Harris's work its proper due, as something way above and beyond "art."