The fictionalised life of Dora Maar and her relationship with Pablo Picasso.
The Paris Muse is an intense, beautifully written and compulsive narrative. Louisa Treger’s prose is as artistic as those she is writing about so that she creates an almost painful relationship between the reader and the narrative. There were moments in this meticulously researched and convincingly conveyed story when I wanted to rage against Picasso and historical events and to yell my opinions at Dora to protect her, to berate her or comfort her. The plot is creatively embedded in historical events so that it feels thoroughly authentic. Reading The Paris Muse is to experience a dramatic era vicariously. It also sent me off researching people, artifacts and events because I found the story so stimulating. There’s nothing anodyne about Louisa Treger’s prose, but rather there’s a spellbinding intensity too powerful to break free from.
I am entirely ignorant about art, and confess I didn’t even know of Dora Maar’s existence before reading The Paris Muse. Now she is a vivid, dynamic person whom I admire, respect and, had I known her in real life, a woman I may well have feared. Her first person voice is utterly convincing so that it feels as if one is reading her personal diaries rather than a work of fiction. There’s a stunning intimacy in how the book conveys Dora, who is such a mercurial individual that she created extremes of response in me as a reader. This is testament to the quality of Louisa Treger’s writing.
Picasso too is a rounded, complex and layered individual. The more I read, the more he took shape and the more negative my feelings towards him became. Within his relationship with Dora the lines between who is more sinned against than sinning become blurred and opaque. I thought Louisa Treger portrayed his explosive, bordering unhealthy, coercive and cruel relationship with Dora to perfection, but Dora is most certainly not just a victim of this toxic partnership and there are moments of great tenderness as well as selfishness from both characters. This is a portrait of a very real relationship.
If it doesn’t sound ridiculous, I wouldn’t classify The Paris Muse as a novel. It is more a living, breathing entity that has autonomy and life beyond the confines of its covers. I am not sure it’s accurate to say I always enjoyed it as it was so uncomfortably impactful. I was, however, both mesmerised and fascinated. At times it is exquisitely brutal and on occasion shocking and disturbing. It taught me so much about art, history, society, geography and, most importantly, about Dora Maar, and it lives on in my mind even now I’ve finished reading it. The Paris Muse is intelligent, interesting, intense and, often, unsettling. I thought it was itself a work of art every bit as valuable as one by Maar, Picasso or any other creative mentioned in the story. It’s a magnificent book, written with stunning skill and authority. Don’t miss it.