at the Rena Bransten Gallery has had me contemplating nuances of desire for weeks, looking for the words to say just why I liked them so much. Then Bill Berkson’s new book, The Sweet Singer of Modernism arrived in the mail. In 1997 he wrote,”[Nagle’s] sculptures’ metaphorical appeal as ritual objects carries, beside their hyper-precise regional inflections, a screwball tinge no celebrant can ignore.” Yeah, like that. What he said. Go see the show—and go get the book. Qua Books, 2003, hot off the press at your finer book stores.