I’m creeping slowly onwards but, thanks to getting involved in some verrrrry long non-fiction books this year, I’m going to read far fewer in total this year than last. The latest is:
75: The Unknown Matisse - Hilary Spurling
Volume 1 of 2 of a very readable and reliably-excellent biography. I didn’t really know anything about Matisse so it was a revelation to discover the story of his humble background (in Picardy, in Northern France) and his accidental stumble into art when his mother bought him some paints to while away his convalescence from illness. It’s hard to convey just how reviled and mocked he was in the early years of the 20th c for the paintings we now call masterpieces, and how his existence was one of almost dire poverty for many years. I’ve reached the point where, at 40, he’s just starting to be recognised. Now looking forward to Vol. 2. Wonderful illustrations in this, too.
And another fiction read:
76: The Home - Penelope Mortimer
I really like Mortimer's writing, which always has the authentic ring of personal experience…she writes about women, mothers, children, marriages, divorce, emotional pain - all the things she experienced herself. The central figure of this 70s novel is Eleanor, separated from her husband, philandering Harley Street doctor Graham. The house bought for her as part of the split gradually fills up with her mostly-grown children, returning from their own messy, imperfect lives. There’s a lot of comedy to be had, and Mortimer writes very wittily, but beneath it all, Eleanor is stalked by the terror of being alone, and longs only to be back with the (loathsome) Graham. She’d get some bracing advice on the MN Relationship threads but I enjoyed this nevertheless, even if it now feels like a vanished world in many respects.