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12 of 13 people found the following review helpful:
5.0 out of 5 stars
Destined to be a classic., February 25, 2000
A delightful read. David Sweetman follows up his biographies of Gaughin and Van Gogh with another masterpiece biography. This is not only a book about Toulouse-Lautrec and his art, but also a broad sweeping look at his time and place. We are transported back to the Moulin de Gallete and the Moulin Rouge, which were two of the great dancehalls of Fin de Siecle Paris. Lautrec, a pretender to noble birth, broke with the "prettiness" of the by then established Impressionists by painting and drawing the scenes around his table at the dancehalls and clubs in seedy Montmarte section of Paris. Lautrec went to great lengths to hide his louche activities from his prim and proper "aristocratic" doting mother even to the point of editing his painting for exhibitions to just proper portraits and leaving out the club scene paintings. She, as Sweetman suggests, was guilt ridden over her marriage to a 1st cousin when also her parents and her husband's parents were the results of close consanguinal marriages as well. This, Sweetman concludes, resulted in Lautrec's congenital defects and dwarfism. The text is sprinkled with interesting tidbits. We learn that the Can-Can is not the movie version, but a dance that was participated in by the customers as well. Why the scandalousness of the Can-Can? It isn't too hard to figure out when it is explained that the dancehalls hired men to police the dances making sure that the women had their knickers on. Many of the girls in the club were surviving their low paid day jobs by picking up customers in the clubs. Knowing that changes our reading when we see them gaze at men in Lautrec's paintings. In his mother's eyes, this was not a place for a man of Lautrec's breeding. Lautrec thrived on it. Even at 500 dense pages and epic in sweep, the book is highly readable. We get to meet Oscar Wilde, the chic anarchist Felix Feneon, and a host of other interesting characters. Valadon and Jane Avril make repeated entrances as lovers and friends of the now syphilitic Lautrec. We get to see the fashionable anarchist scene turn violent. We see Lautrec with his innovative posters (scandalizing his mother when they showed up on manure carts!) inventing modern day advertising. Sweetman makes the scene come alive, his research appears to be impeccable, and his critiques of Lautrec's art is on target. If you have any interest in art history at all, this is a must read book. I wish there was a 10 star rating!
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5 of 6 people found the following review helpful:
5.0 out of 5 stars
Not so long ago, and not so far away..., July 4, 2000
The subtitle of the Sweetman book, Explosive Acts, is "Toulouse-Lautrec, Oscar Wilde, Felix Feneon and the Art and anarchy of the Fin de Siecle". Sweetman has previously written a wonderful biography of Gauguin that I heartily recommend. This is a great book about a particular time and place rather than about a particular person. Sweetman begins with the discription of a huge canvas mural that Lautrec painted as a front wall for a "funfair" booth to be used by eccentric and exotic dancer "LaGoulue". As a framing device for the book, Sweetman explains the significance of the mural and points out real characters from the Paris/Montmartre socio-political scene in 1895 who are to be found in the foreground, including Wllde, Feneon, Lautrec himself, and others. Then Sweetman goes back and provides fascinating detail regarding the intertwining lives of all these people who knew each other at the fin de siecle. By the time he is finished the reader has a wonderful feel and appreciation for the time, the place, and the personalities of the various individuals involved. At the conclusion he comes back to the "funfair" booth and discusses the individual fates of the mural, La Goulue, Lautrec and the others. This is a wonderful read. Even if you don't consider Lautrec to be of the caliber of his more well-known contemporaries (Van Gogh, Degas, Gauguin, etc.), and even if you've already read Frey's well-researched biography of him, you'll find this book a fascinating analysis of a time and place you'd certainly like to if not live in, at least visit for a while.
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9 of 12 people found the following review helpful:
2.0 out of 5 stars
poorly written, self-contradictory, February 1, 2001
I'm sorry to be so negative, but I found this book to be poorly written, often cynical, often self-contradictory, and, in its discussions of the radical politics of the period, often factually wrong. I have to admit also that I'm offended by the smug tone of authorial omniscience running through the thing.
As an example of its cynicism, see the discussion of the debates among young artists prompted by Seurat's success, which begins on page 123. These artists aren't in the least moved by passion for their art: "To them, the message was clear -- first get yourself a new, preferably outrageous style, then promote it with as much noise and opposition as you can provoke.... In ateliers and garrets across the city, the search was on for some manner of painting that would stir up the same sort of fuss."
As an example of self-contradition, see the alternating absolute categorizations of Suzanne Valadon who on page 164 is "in no way docile...fiercely independent, a trait that was to cause Henri much suffering" yet on the next page "obediently" wears an ugly style of hat for the rest of her life purely because Renoir once insisted.
As an example of factual errors re radical politics, see the statements on pages 227 and 378 which mention "the nascent Communist Party" and "the rising Communist Party" respectively, although the Communist Parties weren't founded until after the first world war, twenty years after the fin de siecle.
On the whole the book leaves the impression of having been very quickly written, so perhaps these statements, and the smugness with which they're made, are really the result of haste. If so, a really good editor might help a future edition.
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