I was a bit disappointed with this book. I was expecting Velasquez, who is an artist I admire, to have a bigger role, but he is just a faded background character.
The story is about the dwarf Bartolomé, who travels to Madrid with his family, but must never be seen, for dwarfs in seventeen century Spain are ill-treated. He breaks his father’s rule to never leave the house and, after nearly being run over by the princess’s carriage, he is “hired” as her “human dog” to amuse her in the palace. This is a really humiliating situation, but there is light at the end of the tunnel when he discovers Velasquez’s studio and the joy of painting.
I felt the book was too “simple”, like a children’s book, and the characters lacked complexity. I could not warm up to any of them, not even to Bartolomé, who suffered quite a bit. There are some interesting period details, but not a book to remember.