The life of Malraux is a real cemetery. Suicide of his grandparents and great-grandparents, the death of his younger brother at 3 months, the death of Roland his other brother in 1945 in the boat which brought back him from concentration camp, the Spanish civil war, WWII...And if that were not enough, Claude his half-brother shot by the Nazis, Josette, his only true love, the mother of his children, dies in an accident of train 1944 His two sons die in an automobile accident.
Then Malraux writes on art. He is interest in all the times, all the countries. All that man could produce of beautiful think interested him, like if art was the ultimate rampart with nothingness.
His last idea, this collection, "Universe of the form" carried out with UNESCO. To ask specialists to write a monograph on one period or a civilisation. This volume is one of the first, but now there is around fifty of them , from archaÎc Greece to Persian, from Africa to Océania...
I inherited my aunt the first edition. When I read this book, when I see these photographs, I think of these cretins who destroyed the Assyrian bulls. And I think that the beauty is a weapon against the morons who dynamite Palmyre, who cuts the throat of, those who oppress the women.
Malraux is right, art, forms, all what man created of beautiful moves away us from barbary. It is why they will lose.