Amazon.com Review
This savory, erudite collection of essays makes a reader feel incomparably lucky, as if he or she is seated next to a learned, original, decently friendly fellow traveler on an intercontinental flight. Author James Fenton has a style that is both intimate and scholarly. It is always amusing and illuminating; it never cloys. The subjects of the 15 essays--all but two originally published in the
New York Review of Books--include Freud's collection of statuary; the remarks of Renoir and Degas made at two parties in the same home (the artists, not on speaking terms, were invited on different nights); Jasper Johns's early life and his later use of the American flag in his paintings; a talented nephew of Leonardo da Vinci whose work was oddly described by both Vasari and Picasso; and more.
Fenton's writing is most moving in those essays that take off from a chance thought or a bit of accidentally discovered history, like the one on Freud. And those that began as book reviews are in a class by themselves. Fenton generally shreds or praises his subjects according to his own meticulous research, which refreshingly tends toward primary sources, but occasionally he simply takes the reader aside. Quoting one critic, he groans, "If this sort of writing makes you want to throw up, I quite agree." His, on the other hand, makes one want to turn back to the beginning of the book and start all over again. --Peggy Moorman
From Publishers Weekly
A poet and Oxford don, Fenton claims to have made "no attempt... to impose any overall thesis" onto the 15 ingenious pieces gathered here on such topics as canon formation, patronage and the peculiarities of collecting (all but two written for the New York Review of Books). Intentionally or not, the essays overlap in subtle, mercurial ways, doubling back time and again onto the same conceptual territory. Fenton is our cicerone?the grand tour guide he invokes in his essay on Verrocchio?for an idiosyncratic roundup of artworks from ancient Egypt through the late 20th century. Intrigued by emerging and unstable reputations, he introduces us to Leonardo da Vinci's half-brother's son Pierino, a precocious sculptor celebrated by Vasari but virtually forgotten since; to the impoverished Welsh painter Thomas Jones, whose striking oil sketches from the late 1700s are only now making a splash; to Maillol's patron Count Harry Graf Kessler, whose diaries, rich with information about the European avant-garde and political rear guard, are currently being transcribed onto CD-ROM; and to other figures and phenomena on the periphery of art history. It is up to the reader to discover the essays' less conspicuous parallels: "Everything is on the same plane of interest" in Pisanello's naturalistic drawings and frescoes, while half a millennium later Rauschenberg paints and assembles "as if everything he sees appears equally important." Fenton's own eye is sometimes tweedily connoisseurial, yet he leavens his enormous erudition with a dash of colloquial, even ribald, irony. Photos not seen by PW.
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