In a 1988 catalog essay, the poet and critic John Yau sketched out the social dimension of Martin Wong’s painting and sculpture. A self-styled “representative of an economically oppressed urban class consisting largely of Blacks, Hispanics and Asians,” the American artist had been snubbed by curators and critics. A quarter-century after Wong’s death, this injustice has been corrected, and this Berlin retrospective of his antic, steamy, humane, and superlatively accessible take on Chinatown San Francisco and New York, from the 1970s to the ’90s, has been lauded. But there’s an anxiety buried in this enthusiasm.

A group show at LACMA presents art made when access to computers was limited to the military, well-capitalized conglomerates, and select universities. By settling its focus on the late- to mid-century era, the show evades both novelty and the obsolescence traps common when technology is the subject. During this period, the outputs of mainframe programs were constrained to paper printouts, plotters, or microfilm: not the media we might now associate with digital art. But traditional materials were no guarantee for overcoming future shock.

In many of Peter Wächtler’s video works, nothing much seems to happen. In Untitled (Vampire) (2019)—one of four such works on show alongside a series of gesso and bronze sculptures of planes and animals at Culturgest, Lisbon—a Nosferatu copycat, living within the dusty and humid confines of a mountain castle, spends his time writing letters to be delivered at the nearby village; kisses his undead wife on a balcony at night; sleeps with his arms folded over his chest; then goes back to writing letters.

Set to wander around the world for a decade before entering a museum collection, the Library of Unread Books consists of stacks of books donated by visitors on the condition that they have not been read. Inside the front cover, a stamp announces the book as part of the Library of Unread Books; the donor's name is written as well. Donating books is encouraged. Browsing reveals the ambiguous quality of the library: how much does one have to browse in order to convert an unread book to a read one?

It is widely accepted that propaganda makes for bad art. But propaganda is not always an Uncle Sam poster. Sometimes it is a towering, spectacular argument for the supremacy of the machine; an exercise in post-industrial American triumphalism, surveillance technology, and repressive deep-state R&D disguised as visually appealing, non-referential images. Perhaps the idea of propaganda is so thoroughly wedded to realism in the American imagination that MoMA’s collection seems unimpeachable.

“People Make Television,” an absorbing exhibition at the newly reopened Raven Row, includes over 100 of the Community Programme Unit’s programs (alongside other public-access projects of the time), and seems to conjure a lost era of politically engaged and engaging television. Some of the material—forty-minute programs, originally shown late on Monday evenings—felt immediately apt or relevant to contemporary Britain, now thirteen years deep into the effects of Conservative policy and whim.

Why are contemporary art spaces in London turning to queer raves, and why are these parties seeking such institutions to support them? And what is said in this trend about the relationship between queerness, its representation, and profit in the British culture industries? [...] Our hotness is finally hot property, and we may enjoy it and use it while it lasts. However, the question remains: if we are going to enact our pleasure in these contexts, how do we do it for ourselves?

A Prune Twin, exhibited now at New York's Luhring Augustine, consists of a multi-channel video projection sourced from Charles Atlas and Michael Clark’s two most important collaborations of the post-punk era: Hail the New Puritan (1986) and its unofficial sequel Because We Must (1989). Conceived as a New Pop equivalent to A Hard Day’s Night (1964), Puritan followed Clark through a “typical” twenty-four hours of rehearsal, press, errands, and general debauchery.

In 1960, angered by the deeply skewed land deals between the right-wing dictatorship and US companies, a group of left-wing army officers tried to wrest control of Guatemala. They failed and over the ensuing 36 years, tacitly aided by Washington, the government coordinated the murder and disappearance of an estimated 200,000 people. In her video La Verdad (2013), the Guatemalan performance artist Regina José Galindo reads out traumatic testimonies from the victims.