There is a saying in Russian: "One of their own among strangers. A stranger among his own". This is so true about Chagall, as Baal-Teshuva carefully points out. A native of Belorussian Jewish "shtetl" - a world he left never to return. Even when he came to visit USSR in 1970s, he refused to go to Vitebsk - his world of "shtetl" no longer existed. He loved Russia, and so longed for it to love him back. Alas. A great French painter - a national treasure, yet always looked down upon by "the true French", because he was a Russian Jew or perhaps better suited for Israel, in their opinion. Love Israel he did. But he never went to live there. His tapestries decorate the main hall of Knesset. Yet his relationship with State of Israel was strained. He always argued strongly that art has no nationality or ethnicity. Yet his paintings were so undeniably Jewish, one could even say hassidic if hassidism had not been so suspicious of painters as such. And then again, so much criticism he had to endure from fellow Jews for painting all those crucifictions and decorating churches. He loved and understood the Bible so deeply. They planned his Biblical Message Meseum to be in Jerusalem. Yet he donated his paintings to France and had the museum built there. "The Jews know all about the Bible already", he explained. "It is the goyim (the nations) who need to learn". A great man. A difficult man. A man I can so much identify with for always being a stranger among his own.
This book is everything I expected it to be. A concise overview of Chagall's life by an author who actually knew him personally. Lots of quality illustrations. Not a very deep analysis from art theory perspective, but a good start for someone who, like me, wants to learn as much as possible about Marc Chagall and his art.