MEDIA
SPOTLIGHT
George Inness
Neglected Master
By Roger Kimball
From National Review
Here’s an early Christmas-gift idea for that special art-lover on your
list. George Inness (1825–1894) is one of the two or three greatest
American painters (along with Thomas Eakins and whoever your favorite
happens to be), and this sumptuous catalogue raisonné — some two
decades in the making — is the definitive record of Inness’s
achievement. I know: At $400 a pop, the book is probably one you will
want to reserve for someone you regard with particular affection — or
perhaps someone whom you wish so to regard you. I hasten to point out,
however, that this lucky individual might just as well be you as
another.
Don’t be intimidated by the book’s girth or academic appurtenances.
This may be an exhaustive inventory of the work of a prolific artist.
But with its scores of color plates, it is also a book that can be
browsed with enjoyment as well as consulted for information. These
handsome volumes, elegantly boxed, will be at home as much on the
coffee or (sturdy) bedside table as on the library shelf.
Michael Quick, for many years a curator of American art at the Los
Angeles County Museum, ably combines scholarly thoroughness with a
connoisseur’s eye and a genuine humanist’s sense of why art matters.
His insistence on examining firsthand the works he describes — he seems
to have visited nearly every notable art museum and private collection
in the United States — certainly gives this book a rare authority in an
age when “object-oriented” criticism is disparaged for the sake of
“theory” or expressions of political inclination. The text accompanying
the nearly 1,200 items in the catalogue proper is a model of
art-historical prose as it used to be — clear, cautious, understated.
But Quick also understands that most of us go to art primarily for the
spiritual refreshment it offers. His introductory essays for each
decade of Inness’s work are lively, robust appreciations of a widely
esteemed but also widely misunderstood artist.
George Inness occupies a curious place in the pantheon of American
artists. He is, as Jacques Barzun said of Walter Bagehot, well-known
without being known well. Although he suffered the obloquy of early
neglect and poverty — things were so desperate in the 1850s that he
once attempted suicide — by the 1860s he was on the upward path towards
adulation and financial security. By the time he died, in 1894, he was
full of honors, a reigning dean of American art. Among critics and
fellow artists, his achievement is almost universally recognized and
has been since the 1880s, when he entered his greatest, if also his
most elusive, phase. It is recognized but not, except here and there,
properly celebrated. I opened to the index of my copy of H. W. Janson’s
History
of Art — a standard text: nary a
mention of Inness. A quick check in Clement Greenberg’s collected
essays turned up only one passing reference to Inness.
And even when Inness is discussed, it is often as a member of the
Hudson River School, a designation that mistakes geographical
propinquity and influence for essential aesthetic filiation. For while
Inness was born on the river in Newburgh, N.Y., and learned early on
from the Hudson River School masters Thomas Cole and Asher Durand, his
mature work explores a different register of aesthetic emotion. In the
same way, Inness’s early enthusiasm for the Barbizon school — or,
indeed, for the work of Claude Lorrain or such earlier Dutch masters as
Hobbema or Ruisdael — led some observers to mistake some visual kinship
for underlying spiritual kinship. Inness’s art is a good illustration
of the fact that two things can look similar and yet have very
different spiritual valences.
Although best known as a painter of landscapes, Inness was in fact a
wide-ranging artist, as adept at figure painting and highly finished
“old masterish” pictures as he was at the gauzy, atmospheric landscapes
with which we associate his name. His early apprenticeship in an
engraver’s shop burnished native talent into prodigious technical
command. He was an inveterate traveler, making the first of many trips
to Europe in 1851 in his middle 20s. He was also an insatiable
aesthetic explorer, always on the lookout for new means to employ in
his quest to depict those “regions of the unknown” that he identified
with spiritual truth. (Inness once said that he didn’t want to be a
“cake” but to remain a “dough,” ever susceptible to fresh impressions.)
It is one of Michael Quick’s signal achievements in this book to have
parsed the complex history of Inness’s stylistic evolution, introducing
us to a significantly more complicated and multidimensional figure than
we knew before.
In an interview in Harper’s magazine in 1878, Inness remarked
that the “true use of art” is “to cultivate the artist’s own spiritual
nature.” Inness was one of a large international fraternity — their
number included figures as disparate as William Blake, Balzac, Yeats,
and Baudelaire — who found a key to that spiritual nature in the
teachings of the Swedish scientist-cum-mystic Emanuel Swedenborg
(1688–1772). For Swedenborg, the physical world depended upon and was
interpenetrated by an immaterial world whose truths could be glimpsed
or intuited through material “correspondences.”
Inness was introduced to Swedenborg’s ideas by the artist William Page
in 1863, and by the end of the decade had been baptized in the
Swedenborgian church. Baudelaire, in an homage to Swedenborg called
“Correspondances,” famously spoke of nature as “forests of symbols.”
But as Quick shows, in Inness’s art, the issue is not symbols but
intimations made palpable through art: not “this means that” but “this reveals that.” The unseen, the spiritual, is
rendered “through the way he painted the picture rather than through
symbolism.”
Perhaps Quick’s biggest contribution in this book is to show the
evolving painterly means through which Inness struggled to communicate
the impress of the reality he sought. It was a process of accelerating
hide-and-seek: distinct foregrounds set upon an enveloping mist of
sunlight giving way to ever more diaphanous surfaces in which
contrasting bands of color (think proto-Mark Rothko) conjure with
poignant but elusive feelings.
As always when art is enlisted in the service of the ineffable, the
inextricably material means of art limn a threshold beyond which art
cannot pass without abandoning itself. Thus Mallarmé spoke of
poetry as “a brief tearing of silence.” Thus we find Inness lamenting,
“If I could only paint [nature] without paint.” Art strains against the
limits of its medium to express the inexpressible. Whether all of this
is sound metaphysics is a question we can leave to one side. George
Inness (like Mallarmé, like Baudelaire) shows that this journey
to art’s borderlands can issue in works that are as moving as they are
memorable.
Mr. Kimball is co-editor and co-publisher of /The New Criterion/.
This Was New Jersey
From The Star-Ledger
The man who made N.J.
history worth reading
Like most stories worth telling, John T. Cunningham's life
as New Jersey's most prolific historian begins with happenstance. He
was a
reporter with the Newark Evening News and, like most writers worth
writing
about, he not only recognized a story, he knew how to tell it.
"My philosophy has always been: If somebody asks a
question, they deserve an answer," Cunningham said.
So when an editor asked him to do a
series about railroads,
Cunningham found out all he had to know, then wrote it for all it was
worth.
Maybe more.
That became his first book.
Next came a series about each of the
21 counties.
"I drove every road and went to every
town in the
state," he said.
That became his second book. "This is
New Jersey"
was published in 1953, and revised in'68,'78,'94. The 91-year-old
author is now
revising for 2008.
"About every 10 years they ask me to
do it," he
said. "Each revision captures a new capsule in time, and I have to
update
because I was, I am, a journalist. I never set out to be a 'historian.'
It just
worked out that way."
Again and again. That's why a group of
the state's leading
historians and archivists gathered Sunday at the home of St. Elizabeth
history
professor Harriet Sepinwall for a brunch in Cunningham's honor.
Since the first "This is New Jersey,"
there have
been about 100 other books, on everything from George Washington to
Thomas
Edison, the East Jersey Proprietors to the immigrants at Ellis Island,
agriculture to industry, Morristown High to Drew University.
Like "This is New Jersey," many have
direct,
authoritative titles: "Made in New Jersey," "The New Jersey
Shore," "Newark."
It's Cunningham's way of saying: Here
is the whole story ...
all the answers to your questions.
"John does not write the
idiosyncratic, narrow
history," said Clement Price of Rutgers-Newark, one of the state's most
respected historians, at the brunch. "John writes the Grand Narrative.
And
in that Grand Narrative, he encompasses what it is we can all agree on."
In other words, the New Jersey history
for all of us. And
for telling us about it for so long, he has earned a place in the story.
"My dad and John Cunningham were the
two leaders --
maybe 'co-conspirators' is a better word -- in the study of New Jersey
history," said Rutgers President Richard McCormick, whose father, the
late
Richard P. McCormick, was an esteemed history professor at the school.
"They got the formal study of New
Jersey rolling,"
said McCormick, who came to the brunch with his mother, Katheryne, a
longtime
friend of Cunningham's. "If it wasn't respectable then, it sure is now.
If
there wasn't much archival material then, there sure is now."
Cunningham said he, the senior
McCormick and state librarian
Roger McDonough were "the Irish mob" who pushed to preserve and
promote New Jersey history, making it academically acceptable and, to
some
extent, commercially profitable.
"John always said, 'Dick McCormick did
the history
wholesale, I did the retail,'" said author Marc Mappen, director of the
New Jersey Historical Commission.
"Dick McCormick was unquestionably the
leader,"
Cunningham said. "He brought such new energy to it. In 1964, he was the
one who realized New Jersey was celebrating its tercentenary, from the
time
land was given to Berkeley and Carteret in 1664.
"I'd say that first meeting of what we
wanted to do
about bringing attention to the tercentenary was the day the study of
New
Jersey history began to take shape. We all had our jobs. Dick handled
the
academic study, I handled the publicity, and Roger handled the
Legislature to
get some money."
Cunningham wrote a series for the
newspaper called
"Tercentenary Tales," and he and McCormick traveled the state, giving
lectures to historical societies.
"We must have done 50 speeches,"
Cunningham said.
Money was found to expand the state
archives, and Cunningham
did his best to fill them. In this respect, he not only wrote history,
he
preserved it, finding and acquiring primary-source information,
including a
significant collection of Thomas Edison papers.
New Jersey history was on its way, and
Cunningham continued
to drive the retail end, gathering more information, finding more
papers and
collections to archive, writing more books. Later there were TV series
and
movies, classroom guides, books for juveniles, and on and on.
Cunningham, it seems, continues to
move along as
effortlessly as history. A book on Harry C. Dorer, a legendary New
Jersey
photographer, comes out in May. A book called "The Elusive Army,"
about Washington in Morristown, comes out in June. He is making
significant
revisions to "This is New Jersey" and "The New Jersey Shore."
At the brunch, it was Clement Price
who suggested Cunningham
now write an autobiography. A history of the historian.
"At first I thought it was too
egotistical, but now I
think I'm going to do it," Cunningham said.
And why not?
After 50 years of promoting,
collecting and writing, the
John C. Cunningham story and New Jersey history have become
inextricably
linked. He's part of it now.
Bridging the Divide
From The New York Times
Maybe it is his compelling life story. Or perhaps it's his insistence
that Americans can look beyond race and rally around fresh ideas and
the possibility of change. But by the time the charismatic
African-American senator begins to speak passionately of his unwavering
opposition to the war in Iraq, it is clear that something about the man
and his message is resonating with the audience.
The man is former Senator Edward W. Brooke, Republican of Massachusetts
and the first black politician popularly elected to the United States
Senate, way back in 1966. Now, nearly three decades after leaving
office, Mr. Brooke is promoting his autobiography, ''Bridging the
Divide.'' More than just a personal window into a vanished era, his
story, for many, offers some salient insights and more than a few
parallels to the politics of today.
''But for him, there would not be a Barack Obama,'' said Michael Jones,
senior executive vice president for the National Association of
Securities Dealers, who took his 15-year-old son, Michael Jr., to the
Politics & Prose Bookstore and Coffeehouse in Washington to hear
Mr. Brooke earlier this month. The two were part of a
standing-room-only crowd of about 300 that ranged from octogenarians to
elementary school students, all gathered to hear Mr. Brooke speak just
hours after Senator Obama, the Illinois Democrat, announced his
candidacy for president.
''I turned on the television this morning,'' said Mr. Brooke, still
dapper at 87, ''and there stood a young man in Illinois.'' Mr. Brooke
praised Mr. Obama's ''gold résumé'' and challenged
questions about the senator's experience, saying he possessed ''better
qualifications than many people who have run for that office and some
who have won that office.''
Born and reared in a segregated Washington to parents faithful to the
party of Lincoln, Mr. Brooke built a political career that defied
expectations and crossed both racial and political lines. A black man,
a Republican, an Episcopalian, he was elected to the United States
Senate in Massachusetts by an electorate that was overwhelmingly white,
Democratic and Roman Catholic. He remains the only black senator ever
to win re-election.
In the Senate, Mr. Brooke, a moderate, clashed repeatedly with the
fast-growing conservative wing of his party on issues including
abortion rights, which he supported. He opposed three of President
Richard M. Nixon's conservative nominees to the Supreme Court and was
one of the first elected officials to call publicly for Mr. Nixon to
resign.
Mr. Brooke lost his seat in 1978 after a bitter, public divorce and
charges of financial impropriety had tarnished his reputation. Though
he has been sharply critical of the current administration, President
Bush awarded him the Presidential Medal of Freedom in 2004.
Much in Mr. Brooke's memoir is a testament to how far the country has
come. His retelling of integrating the Senate swimming pool on a day
when John C. Stennis of Mississippi, John L. McClellan of Arkansas and
Strom Thurmond of South Carolina were swimming laps is poignant in its
crisp imagery.
But if much about the former senator's political climb and struggles
appears comfortably remote, much else seems strikingly current. His
efforts to offer a unifying message without seeming to neglect black
voters mirror recent discussions in the campaigns of Gov. Deval L.
Patrick of Massachusetts and Senator Obama.
Before becoming a senator, Mr. Brooke served as attorney general of
Massachusetts, the first African-American elected to the office in any
state. But his decision to enter the Senate race frustrated many in his
party, especially those eying the seat for themselves, who scolded him
for being too ambitious.
Massachusetts Gov. John A. Volpe was one of several party leaders who
pulled him aside to ask, as Mr. Brooke writes: ''Ed, why the rush? Why
are you in such a hurry?''
And although he spent his early career in private law practice in the
predominantly black Roxbury section of Boston, in the Senate he battled
criticism from a small faction of blacks that he was too entrenched in
the establishment and lacked credibility with blacks.
One amusing passage recalls a commencement address Mr. Brooke gave at
Wellesley College in 1969, after which the student government president
gave a strident speech of her own, challenging his assertions on
poverty. The student was Hillary Rodham, now senator and presidential
candidate Hillary Rodham Clinton.
Mr. Brooke writes that it was clear then that she ''knew where she
wanted to go and how she wanted to get there.''
''Nothing she has done or said since has changed my first impression,''
he writes.
In recent years Mr. Brooke has lived well outside public view. Four
years ago he was given a diagnosis of breast cancer and underwent a
radical double mastectomy. He has since worked to raise awareness among
men that they, too, are susceptible to the disease. But as he moves
energetically among the small crowds gathering to hear him now, it is
clear that he is touched that so many have paused to take note of the
barriers he shattered long ago.
At the end of a snaking line at the recent Washington book signing,
young Michael Jones Jr. was glad that his father had urged him to
attend.
''My Dad had told me how important he is,'' said Michael, a high school
sophomore. ''But I found it surprising that so many of the things he
thought about and did as a senator are still so applicable today.''
Governor Tom Kean
From The Star-Ledger
Tom Kean was
not the most important governor in the modern history of New Jersey --
that honor belongs to the late Alfred E. Dris coll -- but Kean was
unquestionably the most popular. And, with the exception of President
Woodrow Wilson, he has made the greatest impact on the national stage.
The life and times of New Jersey's 48th
governor, his many pluses and few minuses, are explored in detail in
Alvin S. Felzen berg's voluminous biography
of Kean, published this month by Rivergate Books, a Rutgers
University Press imprint. It's not an authorized biography, but no
authorized version is likely to be more laudatory.
Felzenberg, who worked in the Kean
administration in Trenton and as spokesman
for the 9/11 commission Kean chaired, likes and admires his
subject. Understandably so. There's not much to dislike about Tom Kean
or to disapprove of in his four-decade public career.
Even old foes offer little criticism, at least
in Felzenberg's ac count. "Tom did not do bad
things," says one ex-rival, former Gov. Jim Florio.
And former state Senate President John Russo, another Democrat who
fought frequently with Kean, is quoted say ing that "when the history
of Tom Kean is written no one will be able to challenge his belief in
the children of the state."
Actually, when history takes a look at Tom Kean
its applause will bereserved not so much for
his tenure as governor but for his exemplary
leadership of the 9/11 commission's exploration of intelligence failures
prior to the terrorist at tacks of Sept. 11, 2001. (I had a closer view
of his efforts than most; my son, former New
Jersey Attor ney General John Farmer Jr.,
served as senior counsel to the 9/11 commission.)
Despite the egos and political tensions within
the 10-member bipartisan
commission and the obstructionism of the Bush
White House, Kean steered the group to a unanimous report and
recommendations that led to a restructuring of the U.S. intelligence
establishment.
It was his finest hour.
Kean began life as a shy child with a serious
stutter, hardly assets for an aspiring politician. But other influences
inevitably put him on a path topolitics. Two
relatives had served in the U.S. Senate from New Jersey, and his
father, Robert, represented a New Jersey district in the House of
Representatives for 20 years before losing his own bid for a Senate
seat.
Living for stretches in Washington and helping
in his father's failed Senate campaign, young
Tom Kean saw politics up close. And he liked it.
Though no great student, Kean was the child of
an aristocratic family and
was educated at St. Mark's, an exclusive prep
school in Massachusetts modeled on English
boarding schools -- compulsory sports and cold showers and at Princeton
University. His upbring ing and education left him with a style of
speech -- almost British in its accent -- seemingly alien to gritty New
Jersey. It also accorded him a sense of noblesse oblige manifest in his
commitment as a young man to helping the underprivileged, first as a
camp counselor and later with a private foundation.
Kean's early career interest lay in teaching,
especially history, but the pull of politics
proved stronger. In November 1967, Kean was elected to
the state Assembly in an anti-Democratic tide created by urban rioting,
the Vietnam war and weariness with an expiring Democratic
administration in Trenton.
"In his navy blazer, gray slacks and penny
loafers, Kean could easily have passed for
the graduate student he had been just four years earlier,"
Felzenberg writes. "In his manner of speech, demeanor and appearance,
he bore no resemblance to the kind of politician I had grown accustomed
to seeing. He seemed more like a Republican version of John F. Kennedy
..."
Kean's rapid rise through the Assembly
leadership ranks sets the stage for
his run for governor. But his Assembly career
also produced the one major stain on his record -- a crass deal with a
brilliant but de vious Hudson County Democrat, David Friedland.
Friedland delivered the Democratic votes in 1972 that made Kean, at 36,
the youngest Assembly speaker in the state's history. In return, Kean
handed Friedland half of the speaker's patronage, plus chairmanship of
the bipartisan Conference Committee, with power to move legislation to
the floor for a vote.
The press, for the first time (and the last),
landed hard on Kean. An exercise in "cynical
expe diency," The Star-Ledger called the Kean-Friedland deal. "What in
heaven's name was a nice guy like Tom Kean doing getting mixed up in a
wheeler-dealer game" with the likes of Friedland, The Star-Ledger's
political columnist, Frank Gregory, asked.
The deal preoccupied the press for weeks but,
surprisingly, aroused little
public interest. The Friedland bargain,
Felzenberg concludes, worked to
Kean's advantage. He had, it seemed, a kind of
Reaganes que Teflon
quality.
From that time forward, Kean's eye was on the
real prize -- the governor's office -- and, after a flir tation with
the idea of running in 1977, he finally won the office in 1981 over
Florio in the closest gubernatorial election
in New Jersey history. Four years later he would win re-election
by the largest gu bernatorial margin the state had ever seen, sweeping
all 21 counties, including Hudson, home to the historically powerful
Democratic machine.
This was a testament to Kean's skillful use of
the governor's considerable powers, coupled
with his own boyish charm and what Felzenberg calls his "third way"
politics -- an artful passage between the right-wing conservatives in
his own party and the leftist excesses in the Democratic camp.
Felzenberg paints Kean's time as governor as
something special. And it was,especially in
the realms of education and tourism (recall the slogan "New Jersey and
You: Perfect Together" -- or, as Kean pronounced it, "Puhfect
together"). His immense popularity and the clout it gave him to get
things done in Trenton lifted the image of the state. But he owed some
of his success to two of his predecessors and a large slice of economic
luck -- facts not much noted by Felzen berg.
Kean, like all New Jersey governors, was
indebted to Republican Al Driscoll,a
political genius who coaxed, cajoled and cosseted the state's warring
Democratic and Republican machines into accepting a radical
Constitutional revision in 1947. That revision transformed the
governor's office from the weakest in the nation to the most powerful,
reformed a sclerotic and corrupt court system, curbed much of the power
of county machines to dictate to the governor, and empowered Driscoll
to begin creation of the New Jersey Turnpike and the Garden State
Parkway.
About the only thing Driscoll left undone was
repairing the state government's inadequate
financial base. And that was handled by Brendan Byrne, the man Kean
replaced as governor in 1981. Byrne, in whose administration I served
for a year as director of public information,
broke the decades-long anti-tax spell in the
state by enact ing, with help from the state Supreme Court, a state
income tax. (Dialogues between Kean and Byrne on political issues are
published regularly in Perspective.)
Kean came to office in the midst of a national
recession. But for the bulk of his eight
years as governor he enjoyed the bounty of the Reagan-era
recovery that, combined with the state's broader tax base (breaking his
own campaign pledge, Kean also raised taxes), poured the cash into
Trenton that financed Kean's ambitious education and environmental
agendas.
He left the governor's office in January 1990,
with higher approval ratings than any
governor in at least a half-century. He seemed a sure bet for federal
office -- the U.S. Senate, perhaps, or maybe a Cabinet job. He was
ambitious enough, and although he was a proclaimed moderate, he could
trim his sails to suit a conservative audience, as demonstrated by his
keynote speech to the 1988 GOP convention that nominated the elder
George Bush for president.
Holding up an hourglass, he assured the
convention that "time had run out
on the liberal vision of America."
In the end, Kean reverted to his first love,
education, by signing on as president of Drew
University in Madison rather than continuing in politics.He might have
run out his string at Drew except for the 9/11 commission and the role
it played in exposing the tangle of turf wars, failed communications,
personal rivalries and bureaucratic incompe tence that hamstrung U.S.
intelligence prior to the terrorist attacks of 2001.
President Bush, who opposed the commission,
chose Kean as its head when he couldn't get Henry Kissinger, notorious
for his willingness to accommodate power, not confront it. Kean was
deemed equally accommodating, someone who preferred cooperation to
confrontation. Bush misread his man.
Kean understood, as Felzen berg points out,
that the commis sion's report
would have to be unanimous or it would be
ripped apart by partisans in Congress. Kean's
accommodating nature was just the quality needed to keep commission
members together. He went out of his way, for instance, to make Lee
Hamilton, the vice chairman, virtually a co-chairman. When Bush balked
at releasing critical documents -- as he did frequently -- Kean's first
course was persuasion, with the threat of subpoena in the background.
He feared a public fight with the White House
would doom the commission as partisan -- or embroil it in a court fight
it might lose. In the end, Kean,under pressure from his staff, did
approve subpoenas for the Defense Department, the Federal Aviation
Authority and New York City, but only as a last resort.
The result was a unanimous report, so
exquisitely written that it won a National
Book Award. Kean wanted a report that would not re main unread,
collecting dust on a shelf. He wanted one that would have a dramatic
impact on the nation and on the way it girded itself for the war on
terrorism.
And he got it.
Far more than anything he did as governor, it's
his passport to a favorable place in history.
-John Farmer
François Truffaut and Friends
Modernism,
Sexuality, and Film Adaptation
From Library Journal
"In
his latest
monograph, Stam (cinema studies, NYU; Literature Through Film) focuses
on the complex, multifaceted relationship between filmmaker
François Truffaut and French writer Henri-Pierre Roche's
novelization of his sexual ménage-à-trois with another
writer and that man's wife. Truffaut, of course, adapted the story of
the threesome in his seminal Jules and Jim. Drawing on that film and
others by Truffaut, as well as on the writings of theorists like Walter
Benjamin, Stam examines not only the interweaving relationships between
friends and lovers but also the larger question of sexual modernism in
the 20th century. Straightforward biography is eschewed for "the
biographical overtones and historical reverberations of texts." Anyone
interested in the intimate personal details of mid-century European
intelligentsia, the interplay of written word and electronic media, or
the development of Truffaut's technique will find something of value in
this well-written and -researched study. Serious students will also
want to read Ian MacKillop's Free Spirits: Henri-Pierre Roche,
François Truffaut, and the Two English Girls.
Recommended for
comprehensive academic film studies collections."
-Anthony J.
Adam, Prairie View A&M Univ. Lib., TX
François Truffaut and Friends
Modernism,
Sexuality, and Film Adaptation
From The Chronicle of Higher Education
Dizzying and vital, Jules
and Jim has been a rite
of passage for many film lovers. “Overwhelmed” is
how Robert Stam remembers his first encounter with Truffaut’s 1961
movie
depicting a menage a trois among Oscar Werner as Jules, Henri Serre as
Jim, and
an impossibly luminous Jeanne Moreau as Catherine. Now a professor of
cinema
studies at New
York University,
Mr. Stam brings acuity and passion to Francois
Truffaut and Friends: Modernism, Sexuality, and Film Adaptations
(Rutgers
University Press), exploring the linked films, fiction, diaries, and
lives.
Truffaut’s film was
based on a novel published in 1953 by
Henri-Pierre Roche (1879-1959). Roche, the prototype for Jim, drew on
his
diaries of a love triangle that began in 1920 involving the journalist
Helen
Grund (1886-1982) and her husband, the writer Franz Hessel (1880-1941).
Mr.
Stam describes the friendship between the elderly Roche, who once
collected
women as avidly as he collected paintings and the young director, whom
he limns
as a “minor-league Don Juan” burdened by a “late-romantic tragic
sensibility.”
Truffaut would go on to adapt Roche’s Two
English Girls and to direct a seemingly Roche-inspired The
Man Who Loved Women, both of which are also analyzed.
As the author
discusses the three principals, he spirals out
to their families, other lovers, and friends, using all to explore such
issues
as the sexual politics of bohemia, the gendered nature of modernism,
and the
“bookishness of sexuality and the erotics of bibliophilia."
Another central
topic is film adaptation. In adapting
Roche’s Jules et Jim, Mr. Stam
describes how Truffaut applied
electroshock to the novel, “exploding it into discursive fragments and
shards
to be reassembled…” He shows how Truffaut disarmed audiences by
presenting his
principals as pranksters whose play is commented upon by a cool,
neutral
narrator. In addition, spectators are “left morally off balance” and
malleable
by a “whirlwind of images” that helps them embrace the unconventional.
Truffaut chose
a violent end for the film, involving a
bridge, a car, and Moreau at the wheel. In life, the end was messy, but
with
only the threat of violence. Helen broke things off in 1993 when she
learned that another woman was to bear Roche’s child. From
then on he
was “the liar” and she forbade Franz to see him. “Helen’s violence, and
her
revolver, always came between us,” Franz Said. A loss. As Mr. Stam
says, even
before Helen, Roche had a history of sharing women with Franz in a kind
of
“homoerotic Don Juanism.” Or as Roche put it once, making love with
Helen “is a
little like making love with you.”
-Nina
C. Ayoub
From Library Journal
London hit
the road long before Kerouac, hopping a train in 1894 at age 18 and
traveling 10,000 miles as a hobo. He related his experiences in nine
illustrated essays published in Cosmopolitan (not the one you're
thinking of) between 1907 and 1908. This reprint is the inaugural
volume in Rutgers's "Subterranean
Lives" series, which will chronicle
alternative looks at America.
-Classic
Returns column by Michael Rogers
|
George Inness in National
Review
Cunningham
in The Star-Ledger
Brooke
in The New York Times
Felzenberg
in The Star-Ledger
Stam
in Library Journal
Stam in The
Chronicle of
Higher Education
Subterranean Lives Series in Library
Journal
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