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“Fragonard: Drawing Triumphant,” at the Met, feels strangely timely. The rococo genius Jean-Honoré Fragonard (1732-1806) would fit snugly into our present art world. You might even call the French artist the Jeff Koons of his day: possessed of a virtuosity so extreme that it becomes its own subject, seducing every class of viewer, while mirroring the self-regard of the wealthy and privileged. There’s not much direct flattery of the ancien régime in the show. (For a full dose of that, drop in on “The Progress of Love,” the artist’s delirious suite of paintings in the Frick Collection, made at the behest of Madame du Barry.) Instead, the Met’s pictures range…
