But this is hardly surprising, because the premise of the book is completely wrong.
But there's a kinship with the Albers show because the premise of what's here is simple and universal.
Because the premise of "Privilege" is vast — deeply rooted change, a change in mentalities, in habits, in the foundations of thought — it's an artistic risk of the highest order: it risks absurdity.
"It's an extremely serious point, because the premise of American policy is that there is a common interest here," said Stephen Sestanovich, a senior fellow at the Council on Foreign Relations, which is based in New York.
This is because the premise of biographies is that the private can account for the public, that the subject's accomplishments map onto his or her psychic history, and this premise is the justification for digging up the traumatic, the indefensible, and the shameful and getting it all into print.
You might want to argue with the Metropolitan Museum's choice of the thirteen "masters" who represent the high points of photography's first hundred years (1840 to 1940) in "Framing a Century," if only because the premise of this trim, instructive survey has all the excitement of an intro-level art-history course.
The McCain campaign's attempt to define real and fake America collapsed into absurdity as a spokesperson explained that northern Virginia is not "real Virginia", but all that means is that the McCain campaign failed to inherit the Bush campaign's gift for subtlety.Just because the premise of real America falls apart under examination doesn't mean we don't all play it.
Which is a shame, because the premise of Barry – who was ably assisted by Chelsea Ladies and England striker Eniola Aluko – telling kids (we presume from the surreal title sequence and language used that the show was aimed at insomniac pre-teens) that reading is fun is, on the face of it, commendable.
By Vince Aletti You might want to argue with the Metropolitan Museum's choice of the thirteen "masters" who represent the high points of photography's first hundred years (1840 to 1940) in "Framing a Century," if only because the premise of this trim, instructive survey has all the excitement of an intro-level art-history course.
Castle is by far the best of this quartet, with the now extinct Lie to Me definitely the least likable – mainly because the premise of body language experts being instantly required at mine explosions and terrorist attacks got flimsier each week.
