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You could say that, for B. Kliban, it all began on the back of a cocktail napkin, but that would be too simple. By the time, in the late fifties, that he rode a motorcycle to California and began sketching showgirls at a nudie bar called the Mr. Wonderful Club, Kliban was a skilled painter and draftsman. He had bummed around Europe, whiled away weeks at the Uffizi, and fallen in and out of love with just about every Old Master. But classicism wasn't his calling. "I'd love to see a fine painting by Titian or Leonardo that was really silly--a Venus with false nose and glasses and duck feet," he said.
Kliban revelled in the incongruous: amorous ...