This is another book from my list of books to read after Finals. I became interested in Rothko after seeing the Seagram Murals at Tate Modern. It's the closest I've had to a spiritual experience while looking at art. He was also mentioned in a novel I read at the time (around 2002), Twelve by Nick McDonell, that also fetishized Nietzsche and North Face jackets, and was set in New York (thanks to Fran for helping me find it!). This is a collection of essays by academics about Rothko's life and work, his own statements about art (which he stopped making public by the early 1950s), and his materials. It also includes about 100 reproductions of his paintings, including early works that I wasn't familiar with. I had no idea that he went through classical mythical symbolist and surrealist phases before he found his recognizable abstract rectangular forms. I was expecting to understand more about what led him to take his own life in 1970 (apart from depression), but I'm not much wiser about that. I was aware that some of his paintings got increasingly dark towards the end of his life. I also didn't know that his later paintings were executed with the help of assistants. Presumably by this stage he was able to afford it, but I also think it was a result of some health problems. I was fascinated that some of his works, including the Harvard Murals, have deteriorated and changed how they look due to the synthetic materials he was using. He ran out of paint during the project and bought some cheap paint from Woolworth's! Some of his last paintings were also made on paper.
Friday 23 August 2024
Wednesday 21 August 2024
"Grief Is for People" by Sloane Crosley - audiobook review
I noticed this book while browsing at The Margate Bookshop. My eye was caught by the cover and the title because I read a few books about grief last year, shortly after my big brother Gregory died. I listened to this as an audiobook, read by the author, a few weeks later. I don't really know what I was expecting, but I was somewhat underwhelmed and it didn't really resonate with me.
The author used to work in book publicity for Vintage in New York. She was mentored by her boss and friend, Russell. He is the person who dies and for whom the author is grieving. He died about a month after the author's apartment was burgled and her jewellery was stolen. Her attempts to find and recover the jewellery become a proxy for how she deals with the death of her friend. The book also includes a section about what life in New York was like during the COVID-19 pandemic.
I'm really struggling to express what I thought and felt about this book. I just felt a bit meh about it. I didn't love it. I didn't hate it. I got to see how one person dealt with trauma and death. But it didn't feel particularly memorable and didn't give me any frisson of insight or wisdom.
The most interesting bits, for me, were descriptions of what it's like working in book publicity. It didn't deepen my understanding of my own grief.