As with the United States, it is possible to look back on Nichols’s century considering what more he might have accomplished, and to regret his penchant for self-indulgence and self-sabotage. But perhaps it is better to revisit 1939 and imagine the range of possible life prospects for a seven-year-old refugee. Young Igor Peschkowsky—awkward, alien and precariously perched—would go on to make landmark contributions to three distinct art forms. He was also, as this new biography recounts, a cherished friend and a valued mentor. He lived an exceptional life, reflecting an extraordinary American experience.
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