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Matisse: Father and Son
An intriguing dual biography explores the relationship between famed Post-Impressionaist artist Henri Matisse, and his son Pierre, an influential art dealer, drawing on Pierre's unpublished archives and numerous letters between father and son to offer a fascinating portrait of twentieth-century art.
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464 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 1999
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About the author
John Russell
37 books4 followersJohn Russell CBE (22 January 1919 – 23 August 2008) was an English art critic and journalist.
He started his career at the Tate Gallery in 1940, but moved to the country after the gallery was bombed during World War II.
He worked in Naval Intelligence for the Admiralty where he met author Ian Fleming, who helped to secure Russell a reviewing position at The Sunday Times in 1950.
Russell was chief art critic at the New York Times from 1982 to 1990.
Librarian Note: There is more than one author in the Goodreads database with this name.
He started his career at the Tate Gallery in 1940, but moved to the country after the gallery was bombed during World War II.
He worked in Naval Intelligence for the Admiralty where he met author Ian Fleming, who helped to secure Russell a reviewing position at The Sunday Times in 1950.
Russell was chief art critic at the New York Times from 1982 to 1990.
Librarian Note: There is more than one author in the Goodreads database with this name.
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July 29, 2011
What was it like to be the son of Henri Matisse? It depended on whether you were the first or second son. Jean, the first son, only appears in the periphery of John Russell's biography Matisse: Father & Son, but he hovers just at the corner of the eye like a fiery ball of resentment. Pierre, the younger, the son of the book's title, escaped from his father's shadow by moving to New York City, and opening his own art gallery. From the Pierre Matisse Gallery Archives comes this fascinating tale about a young man finding his own place in the world, and becoming the respected confidant of a powerful artist-pater.
As an artist, Henri Matisse described himself as passionate and egoistic. The passion smoldered within, for, as the letters between him and Pierre reveal, he was much more comfortable writing about his feelings than talking about them. In fact, Matisse ascribed the troubles in the family to their inability to talk frankly with one another. His egoism meant that painting for him took priority over everything else, much as he loved his family. The family arranged itself around his commitment to his art. This was a source of much happiness, but also, predictably, of great unhappiness. Lydia Delectorskaya, Matisse's model and amanuensis, divided the family, and even led to his separation from his wife, but Matisse must have her, and he did.
About such divisions, Pierre, as emerges from this book, tried not to take sides. Cautious, circumspect, and sensitive, he brought these qualities not only to his relationship with his father, but also to his art-dealing. The bulk of the book is taken up with tracing his relationships with the artists whose works he bought and sold, and whose careers he promoted in his understated way. The artists were names to be conjured with: Joan Miró, Balthus, Georges Rouault, Alberto Giacometti, Yves Tanguy, Jean Dubuffet, among others. Pierre Matisse played a significant, if not decisive, part in putting their works in major American museum across the country. Much of the correspondence had to do with the day-to-day business of running a gallery, but Russell highlights the artists who revealed themselves as personalities in their letters. In between individual running chapters on Miró, Balthus, Giacometti and Dubuffet, he weaves chapters on Henri Matisse writing to Pierre about his paintings and the family.
Like his subject, John Russell is very fair-minded in his dealings with others. He always strives to give both points of view in a family or business quarrel. He manages this adroitly so one does not feel that he is sitting on the fence or sugarcoating any unpleasantness. Still, his warm feelings towards his longtime friend Pierre Matisse are unmistakable. If he sympathizes sincerely with the artists' complaints of delayed payments for their work, he excuses too readily, I think, Matisse's tardiness on the grounds that running a gallery was stressful and busy. Matisse should have given up his cherished notion of dealing with his artists personally, and hired office help, so that his artists could pay their bills, and not live in terrible insecurity. Matisse also sat on too much of his artists' work because, as Russell explains, he wanted to place the right work in the right hands. But that strategy meant that a lot of work was not shown and known. As a poet, I would be outraged if an editor accepted my poems but does not publish them for years.
Matisse, however, did have the best of intentions for his artists. When Miró desperately needed money, Matisse even foolishly tried to enter Spain illegally in order to bring money to him. The fact that many of his important artists stayed with him, despite tempting offers from rival galleries, was evidence of their trust in the man so vital to developing their American audience. The exhibition catalogues designed by Matisse were praised again and again by Russell for their subtle artistry. It is a pity then that there are no pictures of them in the book. Neither are there photographs of the gallery shows, which Matisse would hang himself, often on Sundays, before the exhibition openings. Russell has written an admirable portrait of an exemplary art dealer. Since the rise of mega corporate galleries and the international art market, it is, alas, a portrait of the past.
As an artist, Henri Matisse described himself as passionate and egoistic. The passion smoldered within, for, as the letters between him and Pierre reveal, he was much more comfortable writing about his feelings than talking about them. In fact, Matisse ascribed the troubles in the family to their inability to talk frankly with one another. His egoism meant that painting for him took priority over everything else, much as he loved his family. The family arranged itself around his commitment to his art. This was a source of much happiness, but also, predictably, of great unhappiness. Lydia Delectorskaya, Matisse's model and amanuensis, divided the family, and even led to his separation from his wife, but Matisse must have her, and he did.
About such divisions, Pierre, as emerges from this book, tried not to take sides. Cautious, circumspect, and sensitive, he brought these qualities not only to his relationship with his father, but also to his art-dealing. The bulk of the book is taken up with tracing his relationships with the artists whose works he bought and sold, and whose careers he promoted in his understated way. The artists were names to be conjured with: Joan Miró, Balthus, Georges Rouault, Alberto Giacometti, Yves Tanguy, Jean Dubuffet, among others. Pierre Matisse played a significant, if not decisive, part in putting their works in major American museum across the country. Much of the correspondence had to do with the day-to-day business of running a gallery, but Russell highlights the artists who revealed themselves as personalities in their letters. In between individual running chapters on Miró, Balthus, Giacometti and Dubuffet, he weaves chapters on Henri Matisse writing to Pierre about his paintings and the family.
Like his subject, John Russell is very fair-minded in his dealings with others. He always strives to give both points of view in a family or business quarrel. He manages this adroitly so one does not feel that he is sitting on the fence or sugarcoating any unpleasantness. Still, his warm feelings towards his longtime friend Pierre Matisse are unmistakable. If he sympathizes sincerely with the artists' complaints of delayed payments for their work, he excuses too readily, I think, Matisse's tardiness on the grounds that running a gallery was stressful and busy. Matisse should have given up his cherished notion of dealing with his artists personally, and hired office help, so that his artists could pay their bills, and not live in terrible insecurity. Matisse also sat on too much of his artists' work because, as Russell explains, he wanted to place the right work in the right hands. But that strategy meant that a lot of work was not shown and known. As a poet, I would be outraged if an editor accepted my poems but does not publish them for years.
Matisse, however, did have the best of intentions for his artists. When Miró desperately needed money, Matisse even foolishly tried to enter Spain illegally in order to bring money to him. The fact that many of his important artists stayed with him, despite tempting offers from rival galleries, was evidence of their trust in the man so vital to developing their American audience. The exhibition catalogues designed by Matisse were praised again and again by Russell for their subtle artistry. It is a pity then that there are no pictures of them in the book. Neither are there photographs of the gallery shows, which Matisse would hang himself, often on Sundays, before the exhibition openings. Russell has written an admirable portrait of an exemplary art dealer. Since the rise of mega corporate galleries and the international art market, it is, alas, a portrait of the past.
March 11, 2025
Fascinating and well-researched dive into Pierre Matisse’s life. It relies heavily on many of the letters written by Pierre and his father, Henri Matisse. It also covers the artists that Pierre represented in his art gallery in New York. This really provided me with a deeper understanding of what it takes to run an art gallery and the difficulties in working with an artistic temperament. So many art books focus on just a biography with art pages. While this does have wonderful color prints of the art, it goes far beyond a standard biography by revealing the deep friendships, struggles and rivalries of the artists of the time.
April 4, 2018
A solid book. Excellent color reproductions of important works. I found the correspondences between Pierre Matisse and his gallery of artists to be the most interesting parts of the book, especially the chapters dealing with Miro, Dubuffet, and Giacomettti.
December 18, 2019
A close seat of Henri Matisse into fatherhood, life and art. For millennials : In other words through this book you get front seats to father and son private WhatsApp’s messages. Beautiful raw father and son letters. I loved it! ❤️ time machine ❤️
January 26, 2023
Interesting book marred by excessive minutiae (especially financial).
August 14, 2013
I found the take on Henri Matisse, as revealed somewhat in the letters but definitely in the descriptors used by the author Russell, curious. I had always considered Matisse, as did others, as The professor, a man fully in control of his art, as well as himself. But the demeanor of the "character" portrayed here runs counter to that notion: Matisse is a nervous ninny, whiny and worried about the smallest possibility of being disliked, especially by his son.
Perhaps, because the author wants the son, Pierre, portrayed as solid and not stolid, he employs Henri as the whimpering father. I think this is a misrepresentation, and not because I want HM to be the tent pole of early twentieth century art, but because his art, his dealings with the scandal that disrupted his life, his attention to familial details, and his relations with fellow artists (usually of disinterest) bespeak a man aligned with his own decisions, and not the victim of those made by others.
As for the structure of the book, I will prefer a published edition of the letters without the sieve through which Russell runs the words. This is not a book about Henri's relation with his son, but rather a book about Pierre's relations with artists. He is obviously a fan of the son, and sometimes — to be supportive — he turns Pierre into a concrete manager of the unmanageable artists. I did not feel the man; I felt only the manager.
Also, any biographer undertaking a historical period should honor the history. He's all over the place with focuses, and at no time does a sense of simultaneity of events emerge. read the three volumes on Picasso to understand how simultaneity of events can create a more unified picture of that world.
Perhaps, because the author wants the son, Pierre, portrayed as solid and not stolid, he employs Henri as the whimpering father. I think this is a misrepresentation, and not because I want HM to be the tent pole of early twentieth century art, but because his art, his dealings with the scandal that disrupted his life, his attention to familial details, and his relations with fellow artists (usually of disinterest) bespeak a man aligned with his own decisions, and not the victim of those made by others.
As for the structure of the book, I will prefer a published edition of the letters without the sieve through which Russell runs the words. This is not a book about Henri's relation with his son, but rather a book about Pierre's relations with artists. He is obviously a fan of the son, and sometimes — to be supportive — he turns Pierre into a concrete manager of the unmanageable artists. I did not feel the man; I felt only the manager.
Also, any biographer undertaking a historical period should honor the history. He's all over the place with focuses, and at no time does a sense of simultaneity of events emerge. read the three volumes on Picasso to understand how simultaneity of events can create a more unified picture of that world.
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