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16 of 17 people found the following review helpful. Art Through the Novelists EyeBy Roger BrunyateThose who have read the stories of Julian Barnes will know how often he builds them around real figures in the arts: THE LEMON TABLE contains stories about Turgenev and Sibelius; Sarah Bernhart and the photographer Nadar play major roles in LEVELS OF LIFE; Flaubert gets a whole novel to himself (almost) in FLAUBERTS PARROT; and a meticulous analysis of Geacute;ricaults painting "The Raft of the Medusa" forms the centerpiece of his HISTORY OF THE WORLD IN 10frac12; CHAPTERS. That essay is reprinted here; slightly expanded. It forms the beginning of a sequence of pieces on French-speaking artists of the 19th and 20th centuries -- Geacute;ricault; Delacroix; Courbet; Manet; Fantin-Latour; Ceacute;zanne; Degas; Redon; Bonnard; Vuillard; Valloton; Braque; and Magritte -- followed by a few moderns: Claes Oldenburg; Lucian Freud; and Howard Hodgkin. I am finding it utterly addictive.As a novelist; Barnes has an eye for the telling personal detail: Delacroix in a daze walking home to a house he had moved out of two years earlier; Courbet drinking himself into obesity and death; Ceacute;zanne losing his temper with a fidgety sitter. He compares Courbet to Fantin-Latour in terms of their portrayals of the community of artists; and Degas to Bonnard in terms of their attitudes to women; his entry into the proto-Surrealist work of Redon is the question of whether it matters if an artist is married. Litteacute;rateur that he is; Barnes also has an ear for what other writers have said about these artists: Maxime Du Camp describing Delacroix sorting skeins of wool; Baudelaire telling Manet "you are only the first in the degeneration of your art"; Huysmans brilliant description of a Ceacute;zanne still life as "skewed fruit in besotted pottery."But Barnes approach is by no means entirely biographical. The Geacute;ricault essay; for instance; begins with a detailed description of the wreck of the Medusa and the ordeal of the survivors on the raft. He makes excellent points by considering all the episodes in the story that Geacute;ricault did NOT paint. But it is when he considers what he DID paint; that extraordinary group of half-naked figures reaching towards the distant ship; that his writing really takes off. He does something similar again in his second essay on Manet; considering the artists three versions of "The Execution of the Emperor Maximilian" and its role as a political statement; but nonetheless tying it down to precise analysis of details such as the firing squads hands and feet: "They are feet settling themselves in for useful work; like when a golfer shuffles for balance in a bunker. You can almost imagine the NCOs pre-execution pep-talk about the importance of getting comfortable; relaxing the feet; then the knees and the hips; pretending youre just out for a days partridge or woodcock..."."Fully illustrated in colour throughout" says the jacket flap. This is not true. The color illustrations (two or three per essay) are indeed of excellent quality and printed on thick creamy paper.* But they tend to be details rather than the full picture; and often of works peripheral to the artists more famous oeuvre. I understand the logic of that: Barnes gives you the things that are hard to find; knowing that you can turn to the internet for the rest. I found myself reading with iPad by my side; not only reminding myself of the masterpieces; but also seeking out things that I had never even heard of until Barnes mentioned them. For example Akseli Gallen-Kallelas "Symposium" (1894); "a Munchishly hallucinatory group portrait set at the Kauml;mp Hotel in Helsinki after much drink has been taken." Interesting in that one of stupefied figures is the composer Jean Sibelius; but also because one side of the picture is taken up by "a pair of deep-red raptors wings. The Mystery of Art has just called in on them; but is now flying away." Barnes art criticism; like his stories; is full of unexpected trouvailles like that. But the heart of all his essays is his invocation of masterpiece after masterpiece; in words so full of visual detail that you almost do not need the physical reproductions. Almost; but not quite: for only when you look at the pictures do you realize just how right Barnes is; time after time.======I originally wrote the above review (and awarded the five-star rating) when I was halfway through; after the essay on Bonnard. I was not surprised by its quality; Barnes is deeply immersed in the French nineteenth century. Reading on; though; I have to admit that my interest dropped off. Although still full of good observations; the later essays did not always achieve that miraculous balance between art; personality; and history. The essay on Vuillard seemed to miss the man; the one on Vallotton failed to convince about the genius; the piece on Oldenburg gave no good reason why it had been written at all; and the article on Lucian Freud succeeded only in conveying the impression of a very unpleasant individual. But even at the end; there were joys. His piece entitled "So does it become Art?" is Barnes at his best; taking an out-of-the-way subject -- plaster casts of dead bodies in 19th-century France and in our own time -- and deriving some very pertinent questions about the nature of art. And in the last essay of all; "Words for H.H."; Barnes does more for his old friend Howard Hodgkin than for any other artist in the book; by admitting to the limitations of words; and sketching a dance of friendship instead -- and by linking him to his great love of over a century before; the novelist Gustave Flaubert. So to the last line in the book: "So thats enough words." No more are needed.*My comments on the paper; printing; and quality of the reproductions apply to the British edition. I cannot speak to the American one; which appears to be in a rather different format.2 of 2 people found the following review helpful. Shining a writers light on ArtBy Claude ForthommeJulian Barnes really does keep an eye open on art; and he is a pleasure to read. And a relief too: he doesnt shower you with explanations and theories as so many art critics do; he tells it how he sees it; not mincing his words. He reminds us that Flaubert thought that "it was impossible to explain one art form in terms of another" and that "great paintings required no words of explanation".True; but there is still work to do for a writer and art lover like Barnes. He gives us a sense of the evolution of art; his essays are pinpointing markers if you will; to help determine "good" art (likely to be meaningful to future generations) from "bad art" (momentarily popular; soon to be forgotten). What I find particularly intriguing is his personal list of artists that will endure the challenge of time; marking their century: "When the future looks back at the second half of the twentieth century in Britain; it will surely see it as a period dominated by painters: Bacon; Freud; Hockney;Hodgkin; Riley (and Caulfield; Auerbach; Hitchens; Aitchinson; Uglow).My only regret is that Barnes did not spread his net wider; to include; say; American or German painters of the same period. But at least his position vis a vis contemporary art is both coherent and sensible...31 of 31 people found the following review helpful. My eyes were certainly openedBy Ralph BlumenauThis is a collection of 17 elegant and immensely knowledgeable essays in which Julian Barnes discusses some famous artists (all but three francophone) and their work. The paper copies of the book illustrate a certain number of the works in colour; the Kindle illustrations are a rather muddy black and white. But Barnes analyzes far more paintings than he can illustrate. Many of these are rather little known; and for these you will have to go to Google Images. This makes for very slow reading; but without such access the book loses a good deal of its value. I am grateful for the host of fascinating images to which I have been introduced by it.He begins with an extended version of the essay on Geacute;ricaultrsquo;s ldquo;The Raft of the Medusardquo; he first published in ldquo;A History of the World in 10frac12; Chaptersrdquo;. He begins by giving us the historical facts of the sufferings of the castaways in 1816; then he discusses what elements of the story Geacute;ricault decided not to include in the painting and those he did; and where; both for emotional and for compositional reasons; he departed from that story.The second chapter is about Delacroix; whom the world sees as a great Romantic painter; but who defined himself; for all his rivalry with Ingres; as ldquo;a purely classical artistrdquo;; suspicious of innovations in art; aiming in his personal life for tranquillity; not for the passions; crustily conservative in his social views; a complex man full of contradictions.On the other hand Courbet; an arrogant and self-advertising rebel; ldquo;had the egomania of the true Romanticrdquo;; and his life and some of his works are well analyzed.The chapter on Manet discusses a 2011 exhibition in Paris which deliberately showed several paintings of his that are little known - though they can be found on Google Images. Then Barnes discusses the National Gallery exhibition of 1993 which focussed entirely on Manetrsquo;s ldquo;The Execution of Maximilianrdquo;; whose three versions are compared in minute detail.Even less well-known than the Manets in the 2011 exhibition are four canvasses by Fantin-Latour; showing groups of sombrely-dressed writers; painters and musicians - 34 altogether - without any of these artists communicating with each other. Barnes credits Bridget Alsdorfrsquo;s study of this set with the explanation for this lack of communication.Among the aperccedil;us about Ceacute;zanne: ldquo;His portraits are all still livesrdquo;; while Kandinsky wrote of him that ldquo;he raised still life to such a point that it ceased to be inanimaterdquo;.The chapter on Degas begins with the quotations from many critics that he hated women; was very likely impotent; and he reacted to them with ldquo;a mixture of voyeurism and abhorrencerdquo;. Barnes wonrsquo;t have any of this: of course; he says; every painter has to be a voyeur; but he can see no abhorrence - only a fascination with the movements as a woman bathes; dries herself or combs her hair.The chapter on Odilon Redon begins with a discussion of whether artists believed that marriage helped or hindered them: Redon believed the former. But for the rest of the chapter you will have to be a specialist or else to spend a lot of time on Google Images to follow Barnesrsquo; prolific references to the works of this hugely prolific artist - but it is worth the effort: his interpretation of the haunting images he discusses are fascinating.Most people will know Bonnard through some of the 385 paintings Bonnard made of his wife Marthe; though we do not get from them any feeling about what Marthe was actually like. He himself said that ldquo;a figure should be a part of the background against which it is placedrdquo;; so; present though she always is; she is subordinate to the often daring composition with its unusual perspectives. We also learn a good deal about Bonnardrsquo;s landscape paintings.In the chapter on Vuillard; Barnes protests against some of his paintings having been re-named ldquo;to tell a storyrdquo;; whereas his original titles implied that the story was not what mattered; but rather something more abstract - composition; colour etc. But his later; commissioned; portraits are of course more specific in their reference. Barnes is quite judgmental about these later paintings; praising some as great and dismissing others; sometimes without giving reasons; as failures - in one case even as kitsch. Once again; I was led by him to look at many images which were unfamiliar to me.Same again with Vallotton; of whom Barnes himself was ignorant until he visited a gallery in Baltimore in the 1990s - there is only a single Vallotton in Britain. We learn about his life; and again a visit to Google Images will show the range and individual character of his work; and will enable you to decide whether you agree or disagree with Barnesrsquo; positive and negative evaluations of it.Barnes is a great admirer of Braque: for his human and artistic integrity; his modesty; his laconicism; his knowledge of his own limitations; and there is an excellent account of his relationship with Picasso - in every way his opposite - after the latter had moved on from their joint development of Cubism.I found the shortish chapter on Magritte rather obscure (and did not know that during the Second World War he had a period of Impressionism).Oldenburgrsquo;s work is next: it may be fun; but thatrsquo;s all. That leads to a chapter entitled ldquo;So Does It Become Art?rdquo; Is a plaster cast art? Photography? Barnes believes it is if it ldquo;engages the mind and the heartrdquo;.The powerful chapter on Lucian Freud is concerned mostly with the artistrsquo;s character; ldquo;imperious in his perversityrdquo;; and with the role it played in his portraits.Finally a piece about Barnesrsquo; friend Howard Hodgkin: it takes the form of jottings; and; while it gives some picture of Hodgkinrsquo;s personality; as far as his art is concerned I found it the least illuminating of the chapters. But then Barnes admits ldquo;I do not know how to put his pictures into wordsrdquo; - and Hodgkin himself; though he has given suggestive names to his abstract paintings; ldquo;doesnrsquo;t want to talk about his own pictures; let alone lsquo;explainrsquo; them.rdquo; Barnes quotes his beloved Flaubert: ldquo;Explaining one artistic form [painting] by another [writing] is a monstrosityrdquo;. Well; in the other essays Barnes has done just that - and to such good effect; too. But he concludes; perhaps chastened; ldquo;So thatrsquo;s enough words.rdquo;