A truly amazing biography of the photojournalist, Robert Capa. The research, the interviews, the testimonies were all impressive, and provided a satisfying look at a legend.
Having known little else about Capa before reading this book, I was stunned to learn that he was Hungarian, that his real name was Andre Friedman ("Robert Capa" was the name he invented). Similarly I was fascinated to discover his friendship and falling out with Ernest Hemingway, his work with John Steinbeck (who, reportedly, walked the streets for 14 hours, lost, in shock, after learning of Capa's death), and, finally, that he carried on an intense and scandalous love affair with classic actress, Ingrid Bergman.
Capa seemed to know everyone, make friends easily, his personality magnetic, charming, endearing. He was a ladies' man. Loved to gamble. Refused to tie himself down. Became bored easily if he wasn't in a war. From the pages and snippets of interviews, Capa's sex appeal as a dangerous, rogue photographer is crystal clear, and it's no wonder, really, why Capa spawned an entire legion of photojournalists, all chomping at the bit to play their role model.
My two favorite moments in Kershaw's biography are (1) when Capa, after being chastised as a ""vulture" by an American solider in WW II, vows to photograph war only if he himself participates in it and (2) when, shortly after losing Gerda Taro (the love of his life), Capa became even more risky, more loose with his life, as though he himself had a death wish. As Capa's friends observed, it was as though the pain of losing Gerda made Capa the brilliant photographer he was.
A fantastic read; highly recommended for anyone who loves photography, history, and iconic legends.