(This is a review of the English translation, which is workmanlike -- perhaps not inspired, but very readable)
I admit that my enthusiasm for this book probably was created because while I read it, I was coming and going from the big show at the Rijksmuseum in early 2023. I had the good fortune to buy "Friend" memberships in the museum so was able to come and go at will, even to get in, occasionally, when the crowds were thinner.
This is an exhibit catalog and lives up to the expectations and limitations of a catalog. Although details and interpretations will certainly change, this is likely to be the definitive catalog for the foreseeable future. There is an extensive bibliography and the history and provenance of each painting is in the small print at the back (I know I must not be the only person to love diving deep into the provenance of these paintings, often quite small and delicate, following their peregrinations through time and across countries and continents until they find themselves together, as they have never been before, even in Vermeer's lifetime, on the walls of this museum for a few months).
The essays are by various Vermeer scholars and color the relevant history and context of each of the 37 paintings. Again, I didn't find one dull and most quite exciting. Early on, as I was moving into the essay that worked through all the objects in Vermeer's house that were catalogued at his death, I was thinking that this was dull, until suddenly I was completely drawn in by the wonderful specificity of it all. I could imagine the objects as they reappeared in the paintings, and even as they were moved to make room for the settings of the paintings.
The essays and the paintings in the show are not grouped chronologically. Rather they are grouped by theme -- music, women reading/writing letters, religion, the two outdoor paintings, etc., which might sometimes reflect chronology, but at other times cut across the 20 years of Vermeer's working life. Because he died young, this highlights the obsessions that preoccupied him.
Why does Vermeer overwhelm me? Light, of course. Skill, like little else our species has ever manifested. But I think I am most taken by the specificity of the vision. These are not commissioned portraits of the rich and powerful. Rather they are reflections of the ordinary, of his family and servants (perhaps), of his neighbors, of some stylized or idealized figure. He might have started painting "tronies" to get commissions, but they quickly became an end in themselves. The reason for the art. That is one reason -- along with his inventions of the techniques of shadowing, the solitary, introverted figures, the dailiness of it all -- that makes the paintings so modern, or rather that carries them through time.