While initially confused when I first considered reading The Village Idiot due its cover—a painting by Amedeo Modigliani, it turned out to be a highly enjoyable read about the artist Chaim Soutine — friend of Modigliani and subject of the portrait on the book’s cover (Chaim Soutine, 1916). Soutine is not nearly as well known as Modigliani, but after I explored Soutine’s works online I find myself preferring Soutine’s works. I admit my preference is influenced by how Stern characterizes Soutine, who comes across as a talented, socially awkward, paranoid, albeit charming artist, who seems to bumble along in life. He seems more of a follower than a leader, except in his art.
The genre is historical fiction and set in France between 1915 and 1944. Stern tells the story of the vibrant arts scene in Paris through the lens of Soutine, who at the start of the story, is as an unknown expressionist painter, part of the artists’ group known as the School of Paris. His career is launched in 1922 when he meets Dr. Albert Barnes, the American art collector, who buys up most of Soutine’s paintings for a song.
Much of the book describes Soutine’s relationships with friends, lovers, and clients, many who, despite his outlandish behaviors and bad manners, protect him from the Nazis and support him up to and during WW II.
Stern writes with wit, charm and humour. At times, I felt Stern’s abstract writing created a barrier that prevented me from feeling close to the story but some passages were so beautifully written I forgave him. One of my favorites:
He [Soutine] paints a breeze like a bridal veil wreathing a steeple. But the breeze under his rapid stroke increases in velocity, becoming a whirlwind that threatens to sweep up the town and uproot it from its aerial approach perch above the sea. In its turbulence the spinning environment strips the colors of their residual drabness to reveal the shrillest of aniline blues underneath, the cadmium reds that can stop Chaim’s heart (page 51).
The Village Idiot is a gem.