Shadowlands: a book coming out of the pandemic, juxtaposing the great plague with the final iterations of artists and how endgames change the work in some cases beyond all recognition.
What started as serendipity - a book sent to me in error for a completely different title and almost not picked up - became an urgent read, because Christopher Neve, in his sparse, expert prose brings these painters to life in death . In its slim, almost etiolated form, barely 140pp including references it is more sweeping in scope than many a monograph three or four times its length.
Some of the subjects - Cézanne, Titian, Rembrandt, Gwen John - are familiar old friends. Others, such as Bonnard, Poussin and Daumier, I was learning about as new. My favourite is Chaïm Soutine, a painter who, after spending rather too long trying to modernise Old Masters, found his particular vision in pain, and he had plenty of that to draw on. (If you’ve never seen Children Playing at Champigny, completed in his last months of life whilst on the run from the Nazis in occupied France and suffering from the stomach ulcers that would kill him shortly, do seek it out.)
A short anthem to the hour glass running low.