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The Murmuring of the Artistic Multitude: Global Art

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  • The Murmuring of the Artistic Multitude: Global Art, Memory and Post-fordism Pascal Gielen Amsterdam: Valiz 2009 ISBN 9789078088349. Gielen, a sociologist, critiques the post-Fordist ‘work ethic’ of the international art world as an example of the ever-increasing exploitation of the worker in today’s globalized capitalist system.
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