Metropolitan Museum of Art, 268 pp., $39.95 (paper)
The familiar Honoré Daumier stirs our recall most frequently on the office walls where lawyers hang his savage portraits of their nineteenth-century counterparts in the serene and all-but-universal ignorance that severe strictures upon our colleagues could to any degree apply to ourselves. But there is also an unfamiliar Honoré Daumier, who might have raged contentedly on as journalism's supreme caricaturist if he had not fallen out of fashion and been forced to become a great, if incompletely fulfilled, plastic artist. It is this Daumier that the Metropolitan Museum will be revealing to us in its current exhibition, which runs until May.
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