Caravaggio, one of the painters that keeps fascinating us (to the extent of making him immune to cancel culture, even though he checks many boxes to qualify for it) was way ahead of hos time. This is what this book is about, in a nutshell.
On a more serious note, the book explores more than just what made Caravaggio so forward thinking in his craft compared to the cohort of great artists that makes Renaissance and early baroque such a compelling epoch. It links it with his personality, his traumas and frustrations for which the solutions and outlets were very different compared to what we have at our beck and call these days.
Caravaggio was a bon-vivant hothead with a drinking and gamblig problem. Add into the mixture the airs and entitledness of the issue of a family of minor and impoverished nobility. And you end up with a person you probable would not have enjoyed being friends with.
But the talent. The vision. The creativity. The mere genius of not adorning a surface with images and figures, but painting it black (some 400 years before the Stones would make that a hit) and then coaxing, cajoling and invoking these images out of that blackness... Expressivity finally becoming humane and human. The traces real life leaves on humans who are not blessed with being born into privilege and wealth: dirty feed, knotty fingers, rough features, ragged clothes, exhausted postures... Using real people marked by the burden of life to incarnate saints and madonnas (the scandal of that!)
And this is where humanity and humaneness is manifest in his work: he is so aware ultimately of his flaws (he often insinuates himself in his paintings in very unflattering roles, it's mea culpa, it's sin-purging, it's a cry for redemption. Think of his face on decapitated heads.)
It all makes him very modern - he sort of laid out the ground and started paving the way for those artists who found in art the vehicle to express themselves and their world.
A book that is not only a treat as an object, but an effort to round out the personality of a man who is forever a titan of art, but at the same time so human, oh, too human.
I gave it 4 stars for the author's writing style which somehow struck me as not very uniform - sometimes he was a "unputdownable", and sometimes the read would be clinically flat.