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Made time to read this classic, Jui 9 2002
There are many good books out there and none of us have time to read them all. Here is one that you should make the time to read. For much labor, thought, and (dare I say it) love went into the writing of this classic biography of the artistic genius, stockbroker turned painter, Paul Gauguin. Much love, and some imagination, and a ton of research including visits to the haunts of the man himself -- Paris and Tahiti and Taravao, the home of Ata, Paul's woman in the islands. Add to this the sympathetic outlook of a humanist and the craftsmanship of a great novelist and you get one of the great books of our time and probably of all time. This is a book written by a genius about a genius who made pictures that were and are still stupendous and overwhelming. Charles Strickland's (Gauguin's alter ego and the protagonist of this story) last picture, the Polynesian garden of the Hesperides, with its quivering purple and red lusters that suggested the palpitation of something mysterious and terrible with the possibilities of the Unknown, possessed a somber passion previously unknown in the history of art. It was his best and most complete work, done a year after the artist had gone blind from leprosy. By his command it was burned soon after his death. When you visit Taravao, you will see a replica which still has tremendous power. After you read this book, you will understand that power and you will have an appreciation for Gauguin's art that you never had before. You will have an appreciation for beauty and truth that succinctly demonstrates the redemptive quality of great art.
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A haunting portrait of artistic obsession, Mars 24 2002
Though not his most famous novel, Maugham's The Moon and Sixpence is as much a literary accomplishment as better-known works such as Of Human Bondage and The Razor's Edge. From start to finish it is a powerful, moving, sometimes haunting portrait of a man obsessed with his art. Inspired by the events in the life of Paul Gauguin, this gem of a novel follows Charles Strickland, a seemingly normal, well-to-do, slightly dull Londoner as he abruptly abandons his family, friends, and career to pursue a personal odyssey of artistic creativity. With no advance notice and nothing more than a terse, post-departure note to his wife, Strickland moves to Paris where he abandons the luxuries of his comfortable London life to live and paint in a small, dingy apartment. With few friends, little money, and an often-ornery personal demeanor, he struggles to survive while he devotes himself slavishly to his artistic obsession.At first glance Charles Strickland wins little admiration from the reader. After all, how can one look up to a man who feels no obligation to his wife and children? How can the reader sympathize with a man who abandons a successful career in order to paint, a vocation for which he has previously demonstrated neither great talent nor great interest. Maugham makes no attempt to portray Strickland through rose-colored glasses. Strickland is a man completely devoted to his art, so obsessed that he completely ignores his family, welfare, and health. He lives his life as a semi-recluse, working prolifically in his studio yet neither showing nor selling his work to anyone. As with many artists, his true genius was not acknowledged until after his death. Despite these seemingly unsympathetic qualities, Strickland without doubt comes to be viewed as a hero of sorts. Here is a man bold enough to risk everything to pursue his dream, a man with sufficient character to disregard those who scoffed at him, and ultimately a man with true artistic genius. And yes, there is an element of tragic heroism in his sometimes self-destructive struggle against insurmountable odds. Maugham's writing is at its finest in this tightly crafted, elegantly written novel. As in many of his other works, we find here the first-person narrative so characteristic of Maugham. Our unnamed narrator, himself a writer, is a keen observer of events and emotions. And though he is a minor protagonist as well, he remains far enough removed from the central action of the novel that he never loses his sense of objectivity. The reader comes to rely on him as a trusted friend. And because of this relationship between narrator and reader, Maugham is able to paint a sympathetic portrait of his central character that the reader cannot help admiring.
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The Story Saves a Lackluster Book!, Fév 22 2002
The Moon and Sixpence has an adequate first act, a poorly structured second act, and a conclusion that somehow makes me forget the 270 ho-hum pages that preceded it. If you are looking for Maugham at his best, see Of Human Bondage first. If you're looking for further works by Maugham, pick up The Moon and Sixpence, but don't expect to be as thoroughly impressed. The story, however, is one with immense potential: the discovery of the internal artist. The main character of Charles Strickland is a unique and interesting one to say the least. Watching him respond and develop is something to at once appall, intrigue, and admire. By the conclusion, you'll see his journey full circle, and not feel the least regret for having read the novel.But it was with a peculiar displeasure that I journey the first few hundred pages. Part One is an episodic narritive in which the narrator meets the society of London and Paris, and more particularly Charles Strickland. This style of writing I have always found most appealing, but nonetheless Maugham seems in a desperate rush to go through it all. There are so few episodes, and indeed they all go by in such a flourish, that one doesn't find the story and its characters as sufficiently developed as a longer tale might have accomplished. Part Two adorns the more appropriate, leisurely pace, but the plot is recounted through sundry interviews from negligable characters. Maugham's intention was no doubt to show Strickland's effect on people, but every time fiction assumes such a story-telling strategy, it comes across as impersonal and unsatisfactory. And The Moon and Sixpence is no exception. Because different characters are recounting and reminiscing, the tone varies too frequently, and as soon as you begin to comprehend one character, he is quickly abandoned for another. What comes as an ultimate surprise, however, is that Maugham was able to pull me back in during the final few pages. Indeed, that shows the true strength of the narrative. The fact that I could be somewhat disappointed with the first part, exceedingly disappointed with the second part, and still come around to applaud the book on the last pages is a true feat. As the closing events occur, and Strickland comes to his ultimate fate, one can't help but view the life and sacrifices of an artist with a whole new outlook, a whole new respect and appreciation. Yes, perhaps Strickland takes the eccentricities of art to an absurd degree, but the character is so well developed and understood by his author that one cannot help but feel a greater fondness for the misunderstood Strickland, the initially lackluster book, and the literary skills of W. Somerset Maugham. And so, I can't help but conclude with the statement that this is a widely successful book in its most grand artistic attempt. Could it have been organized, structured, paced any better? --Yes! But on the whole, I'll take what I can get: a good story, with an interesting character, who has an incalculable gift.
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