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Chagall: A Biography | 
enlarge | Author: Jackie Wullschlager Publisher: Knopf Category: Book
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Media: Hardcover Edition: 1 Number Of Items: 1 Pages: 608 Shipping Weight (lbs): 2.7 Dimensions (in): 9.3 x 7.4 x 2.1
ISBN: 037541455X Dewey Decimal Number: 709.2 EAN: 9780375414558 ASIN: 037541455X
Publication Date: October 21, 2008 Availability: Usually ships in 1-2 business days
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“When Matisse dies,” Pablo Picasso remarked in the 1950s, “Chagall will be the only painter left who understands what color really is.” As a pioneer of modernism and one of the greatest figurative artists of the twentieth century, Marc Chagall achieved fame and fortune, and over the course of a long career created some of the best-known and most-loved paintings of our time. Yet behind this triumph lay struggle, heartbreak, bitterness, frustration, lost love, exile—and above all the miracle of survival.
Born into near poverty in Russia in 1887, the son of a Jewish herring merchant, Chagall fled the repressive “potato-colored” tsarist empire in 1911 for Paris. There he worked alongside Modigliani and Leger in the tumbledown tenement called La Ruche, where “one either died or came out famous.” But turmoil lay ahead—war and revolution; a period as an improbable artistic commissar in the young Soviet Union; a difficult existence in Weimar Germany, occupied France, and eventually the United States. Throughout, as Jackie Wullschlager makes plain in this groundbreaking biography, he never ceased giving form on canvas to his dreams, longings, and memories.
His subject, more often than not, was the shtetl life of his childhood, the wooden huts and synagogues, the goatherds, rabbis, and violinists—the whole lost world of Eastern European Jewry. Wullschlager brilliantly describes this world and evokes the characters who peopled it: Chagall’s passionate, energetic mother, Feiga-Ita; his eccentric fellow painter and teacher Bakst; his clever, intense first wife, Bella; their glamorous daughter, Ida; his tough-minded final companion and wife, Vava; and the colorful, tragic array of artist, actor, and writer friends who perished under the Stalinist regime.
Wullschlager explores in detail Chagall’s complex relationship with Russia and makes clear the Russian dimension he brought to Western modernism. She shows how, as Andre Breton put it, “under his sole impulse, metaphor made its triumphal entry into modern painting,” and helped shape the new surrealist movement. As art critic of the Financial Times, she provides a breadth of knowledge on Chagall’s work, and at the same time as an experienced biographer she brings Chagall the man fully to life—ambitious, charming, suspicious, funny, contradictory, dependent, but above all obsessively determined to produce art of singular beauty and emotional depth.
Drawing upon hitherto unseen archival material, including numerous letters from the family collection in Paris, and illustrated with nearly two hundred paintings, drawings, and photographs, Chagall is a landmark biography to rank with Hilary Spurling’s Matisse and John Richardson’s Picasso.
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Life and Art Apart October 23, 2008 8 out of 11 found this review helpful
This biography, pitched as doing for Chagall what Richardson did with Picasso, is instead a disappointment. There are lots of scaled down color plates/reproductions of paintings...lots. They are in groupings throughout the book. The words tell about Chagall's social mileau: who he knew, was romantically involved with, what artists were friends and rivals, what places he went during historically tumultuous times. The paintings reproduced and the words do not refer to one another. Little insight into what paintings arose out of what passions, interests, changes in his life. One telling way to see this: usually color plates are numbered so that the text can refer to them; the plates in this book are not numbered. It's this weird gulf between life and art that begs for connections not here made.
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