I was glad to see that this significant Abstract Expressionist painter of the 1950's New York Ab Ex heyday finally got some biographic attention. I was especially interested because recently I visited a mansion (you really couldn't call it anything else) on the Baltimore City garden tour that boasted five Grace Hartigan paintings. The hostess said that the anonymous home owner liked to patronize local artists. Local artists?? I thought she was a New York painter. Turns out she married a prominent research scientist associated with Johns Hopkins, and she spent many often tortured years in Baltimore, which she considered a backwater, while her husband gradually went mad. She continued to paint and was persuaded to teach at the Baltimore Maryland Institute College of Art (MICA to us locals) and ran a graduate program. Apparently there are many who still remember her.
Her life makes a good story, as she was a colorful, outspoken character who was in the thick of things when Jackson Pollack and Willem de Kooning were at their ground breaking peak. She knew all the big names and got recognition for her large abstract works that were notable for the keen sense of color. She bristled at being considered a "woman painter" and plunged into the mainstream of new art forms without fear. Her personal life was a mess, with three improbable marriages and an approach to motherhood that could only be described as abandonment.
Curtis has done a lot of research, making ample use of Hartigan's diaries and correspondence. She focuses on the 50's. It provides a useful narrative of the interaction of the creative personalities in New York at this time, which I enjoyed very much. But the book is more like a recitation of events. It kind of jumps around at the end, and the timeline is confusing. Also there were several very bad proofreading errors. Finally, I had hoped to come away with a better appreciation of the abstract expressionist art form. But I found the analysis of Hartigan's individual paintings, both by quoted art critics and by the author's own analysis, to be baffling. I would reread sentences that seemed liked random words strung together. Perhaps it is impossible to depict in words the intent of great slashes of paint on massive slabs of canvas. The illustrations of her paintings, however, were very good.
Nevertheless, I enjoyed the book and now recognize Miss Hartigan for her local ties. I am glad she has a biography in print.