Winner of the prestigious Azorín Prize for Fiction, the best-selling novel about love, sacrifice, and Picasso's mistress, Dora Maar.
A writer resembling Zoé Valdés—a Cuban exile living in Paris with her husband and young daughter—is preparing a novel on the life of Dora Maar, one of the most promising artists in the Surrealist movement until she met Pablo Picasso. The middle-aged Picasso was already the god of the art world's avant-garde. Dora became his lover, muse, and ultimately, his victim. She became The Weeping Woman captured in his famous portrait, the mistress he betrayed with other mistress-muses, and their affair ended with her commitment to an asylum at the hands of Picasso's friends.
The writer's research centers on a mysterious trip to Venice that Dora took fifteen years later, in the company of two young gay men who were admirers of Picasso, including the biographer James Lord. After this episode, Dora cut off contact with the world and secluded herself in her Paris apartment until her death. "After Picasso, God," she would say. What happened in Venice? The more the writer investigates, the more she finds herself implicated in a story of passion taken to the extremes. In The Weeping Woman, prize-winning novelist Zoé Valdés narrates the journey of a woman who would do anything and everything for love.
Zoé Milagros Valdés Martínez estudió en el Instituto Superior Pedagógico Enrique José Varona, pero abandonó los estudios antes de terminar (hizo hasta cuarto año); después ingresó en la Facultad de Filología de la Universidad de La Habana, donde estudió hasta segundo año.1
Desde 1984 a 1988 formó parte de la Delegación de Cuba ante la Unesco en París, y de la Oficina Cultural de la Misión de Cuba en París. Fue subdirectora de la revista Cine Cubano desde 1990 hasta diciembre de 1994. Al año siguiente fue invitada a unas jornadas sobre José Martí en París, donde se quedó y vive con su esposo, el cineasta Ricardo Vega, y su hija. Políticamente, Zoé Valdés es opositora al régimen de Fidel Castro
Fue redactora en jefe de la revista de arte ARS Magazine, Cuba, que dirigía su hermano, Gustavo Valdés. La habían fundado ambos en 19952 y la relanzaron a fines de 2010.3
Zoé Valdés colabora en numerosas publicaciones periódicas españolas y francesas, como El País, El Mundo, El Semanal, Qué leer, Elle, Vogue, Le Monde, Libération, Le Nouvel Observateur, Beaux Arts, Les Inrockuptibles, entre otras. Ha participado en muchos festivales literarios internacionales y ejercido como miembro del jurado de prestigiosos concursos.
Además de escribir guiones, Zoé Valdés ha codirigido un cortometraje —Caricias de Oshún— con su marido, Ricardo Vega, y ha sido jurado del Festival de Cannes (1998).
A great read for fans of surrealism and Pablo Picasso. At times the descriptions were a little drawn out, but overall a great novel that brings up the debate artist vs art (in other words can we appreciate the art while recognizing the faults and problematic aspects of the artist.)
I’ve always enjoyed reading about artists and their muses. I truly thought I would love reading about Dora Maar and Pablo Picasso. But this book did not hold my interest at all nor did I care about any of these shallow people. Unfortunately, I’m not able to recommend it.
This is a tragic story about an artist in her own right, Dora Maar, who was obsessed with a “genius” artist, Pablo Picasso. Dora was the model for Picasso’s famous “The Weeping Woman” and was involved with him for nine years. She ends up having a mental breakdown due to his treatment of her. Fifteen years later, Dora takes a trip to Venice with two admirers of Picasso, Bernard Minoret and James Lord. After this short trip, Dora shuts out the world and becomes a recluse. The author interviews the two men to try to find out what happened on that trip. The author is an award-winning novelist and I was expecting a heart wrenching passionate book. It wasn’t that for me.
The book is written in alternating chapters going back and forth between Dora telling of her trip with Bernard and James, plus thinking back on her memories of Picasso, and then autobiographical chapters of the author and her pursuit of this story, plus her exile from Cuba. The book didn’t flow at all and seemed very disjointed, especially the sections about Dora. I found the autobiographical chapters about the author to be more coherent. The Dora chapters were hard to follow and jumped all over the place. There would be a mention of Max Jacob, a poet who had asked for his close friend Picasso’s help when he was sent to a German concentration camp. Chapters later it would be mentioned again and yet again chapters later. There is a lot of name dropping, almost constant, such as so and so said this about Dora’s eyes and so and so said that about her intellect.
It also appears from the books I’ve recently read that today’s historical novels about artists must contain a lot of explicit, coarse sex scenes. This one meets that standard quite well. There’s in particular a very descriptive sex orgy scene that I could have done without. Passion can be written quite seductively but not like this. Of course, this was sex involving Picasso so possibly there was no other way to write it. The book reinforced my opinion of Picasso as a cruel madman but I expected to have more sympathy for Dora.
This book was given to me by the publisher through Edelweiss in return for an honest review.
Pese a que el tema me fascinaba (y me sigue fascinando): la figura de Dora Maar en sí misma pero también su tormentosa relación con Pablo Picasso, la forma me ha ido sacando constantemente de la novela. Su estructura, para mí, entorpece más que agiliza la historia, entremezcla capítulos de la vida personal de la autora que no vienen muy a cuento, no encajan y, sobre todo, te sacan repentinamente de una historia que va y viene, a saltos, en un meandro estructural que te saca constantemente del cauce de la novela; una lástima, porque la historia es interesante.
Tampoco el estilo de esta autora me ha enganchado, es la primera obra que leo de ella pero no me han quedado ganas de repetir. Me ha costado cinco meses poder acabar este libro y lo he acabado por orgullo torero, porque me niego a dejar un libro a medias aunque a menudo me pese la culpa por desperdiciar un tiempo que podría estar empleando en otros.
I'm trying to think of a way to express why I fell deeply in love with this novel. I think it boils down to this: this book made me want to be a writer. It also made me to start it again the second I'd finished it.
This book tells a story about a magnificant woman, and a great artist -Dora Maar.
Its told from different points of view, different characters tell their story from other time periods. So we travel from 2008. to 1939., from Paris to Venice and Cuba... with just one flip of the page.
Es un libro que me ha decepcionado totalmente. La historia gira en torno de Dora Mar una fotógrafa surrealista que fue amante de Picasso por cerca de 10 años, esto prometía mucho, pero al final la escritora ha decidido irse por la ruta de hablar de 1000 cosas menos de la vida de Dora.
Lo más sorprendente es que ocupa su novela para hablar de una persona que aborrece y la pinta siendo de la peor calaña, en lo que parece más un pleito de comadres, que rebaja la historia a un sótano donde cohabita la vulgaridad y las cosas sin importancia.
Aunque la idea era centrarse en un viaje a Venecia, que Dora hace con un par de amigos escritores, la escritora increíblemente le quita toda la fuerza a su relato, dando vueltas alrededor del tema pero nunca zambulléndose definitivamente.
Otro gran fallo es presentar a un Picasso detestable y horrible, que tortura y trata mal a Dora en todos los sentidos, cuando decididamente debía haber momentos por los cuales ella se enamoró perdidamente de él.
Mi conclusión es que cuando esta escritora hizo el libro estaba tremendamente enojada, y eso nubló su capacidad de edición y manejo del tema, al final hizo esta especie de ensalada de temas, que ninguno cuajó.
This historical novel is based on real life photographer/artist Dora Maar who was Pablo Picasso's model and mistress for 10 years. It gives a picture (if not a very clear one) of the world of the surrealists. Indeed the writing is also a bit surreal as it jumps back and forth in time, and between multiple points of view, several of which are first person which makes it difficult to know who is speaking at what time. It did send me in search of more information on several of the people mentioned, so I did learn some things about Picasso's circle, but I can't say I really enjoyed it. 2.5 stars
La dura historia de Dora Mar, que vivió a la sombra de Picasso y profundamente maltratada por él. Cuenta también la relación de ella con otros personajes notables de la época, y concretamente un viaje que hizo a Venecia con dos amigos comunes con Picasso, y el final de su vida en soledad en Paris. Me ha gustado el estilo de escritura y conocer la historia de este personaje, y el encuentro final e inesperado con la autora.
Ne volim davati ocjenu manju od 3* ali ova knjiga je zaista loše napisana. Površni likovi, skakanje s teme na temu, bespotrebno vulgarne scene. Ono što mi se najmanje dopada ovdje je sam odnos Dore I Pikasa. Dora je predstavljena kao zlostavljana zena i čitajuci ne pronalazimo apsolutno ni jedan razlog zašto je zapravo ona sa Pikasom, a njegov lik nema ni jednu pozitivnu crtu. Nekoliko puta sam došla u iskušenje je ostavim na pola čitanja, ali uspjela sam da završim ipak. Za razliku od ove, knjiga Mjesec u kavezu mi se poprilično dopala, nisam sigurna treba li dati šansu trecoj knjizi ovog serijala.
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I won this Free book througn Goodreads First reads. This book is full of bourgeois characters. Dora Maar and Picasso, muse and artist, lover and Queen. Dora wept in her paintings. Dora was a photographer and surrealist painter. Later in life she kept to herself in an appartment in Paris.
Un libro que no terminó de convencerme del todo. Y, dicho sea de paso, me dejé llevar por el nombre sin saber de qué iba; incluso el título, hasta que no investigué, es el nombre de una pintura de Picasso.
Y es precisamente de él de quien trata este libro; no de manera directa, sino a través de la mirada de Dora Maar, una fotógrafa y pintora quien fue amante del artista. Aquí conocemos su vida poco después de que éste la dejara y cómo poco a poco fue decayendo tras su ruptura.
Y es ahí donde llama la atención, pues también fue su musa, y a quien pinto en muchas de sus obras.
Lo que no sé qué tan cierto sea, es que el pintor tenía un muy mal genio y, por decirlo de manera decente, usaba (en todos sentidos) a las mujeres y cuando ya no le generaban algún provecho, las dejaba. También se dice que era muy afecto a las relaciones con varias mujeres, incluso hombres, a la vez.
Lo que no terminó de gustarme es que, entre capítulo y capítulo, da saltos en el tiempo y llegas a perderte un poco sobre quién o de qué hablan, ya que son narrados por distintas personas, como la propia Dora, sus amigos o la persona que empieza a narra en el libro, que no se sabe (eso se cree) si es la propia autora o solo un reflejo de ella.
Es interesante la vida de esta mujer y como idolatraba al pintor, al grado de compararlo con Dios; y también es interesante conocer un aspecto poco visto del que fue llamado "el Gran Genio": su aspecto más humano y perverso.
I love reading books about art, artists and their lives. I did not love reading this novel. In fact, I didn’t even like reading this one. The book summary intrigued me but once I started reading I quickly lost interest and had to bribe myself to continue, and to finish, the book. I wish I could say exactly what I didn’t like about this novel. There was so much potential in the plot and the characters. However, that potential didn’t translate into a captivating and entertaining read. Perhaps if the author had concentrated solely on the story of Picasso and Maar and had not added in the story of the Cuban exile author living in Paris it would have made the story much more appealing.
I picked this book up because I thought the story of real life Picasso muse, Dora Maar, who shut herself away from the world after a five (or eight) day trip to Venice with two of his admirers sounded interesting. Boy was I wrong. The writing is so overly flowery and descriptive it had me yawning at chapter 2. The skipping back and forth between the modern writer's view and Dora's was not well done. It was sometimes hard to tell who was writing which chapter. I got so bored that by page 75 I knew it was going back to the library, and it did.
According to this author, Picasso was portrayed as a passionate artist but didn't know love from its cruel counterpart lust. He lived in a perverted mythical world where he was a Minotaur, truly a beast and it was exactly how he treated Maar; as a ranting bull. He abused her mentally, physically, and verbally until he nearly destroyed her. She was never the same. The Weeping Woman should evoke pity not acclaim. His paintings appear fractured and fragmented, reflecting his tortured mind. Evil has its own fascination. This is what I discerned from this work of fiction.
I purchased this ebook, as it was on sale. It definitely must not be one of her best works. I did not enjoy it one bit, except for the moments I felt compelled to look up art works and other references throughout the first chapter. Besides that, the novel does not employ any interesting narrative techniques (at least that I can identify in this translation) that make me feel that the Valdes is attempting to engage her readers in interesting ways.
Gave up on this half way through. Somewhat held by the grim torture of this fictionalised account of obsession and idolisation of Picasso. Seriously repetitive though - just how many ways can you describe sadistic relationships and an ultimate failure to connect?
On the positive side a great warning to brilliant women everywhere to fulfil their own dreams. Terrible accounts of possession by Picasso.
I think the author did a great job with this book. It seems well researched and the approach to the storytelling was creative but still easy to follow. However, it just wasn’t my cup of tea. I didn’t know my about Picasso or Fora going into this book and as I read I found that it didn’t hold my interest and I really didn’t care to know more. At least I now know more about Picasso, including the fact that at this moment I have know desire to know more about him.
I feel like I don't know enough about Dora or Picasso to truly appreciate this book? But I enjoyed it nonetheless. It was a little slow and a little too character-based for me, but clearly well-written and with beautiful prose.
The only positive I can take from this book is that I learned something about Picasso, Dora Maar and the artists of their era. But it also made me hate them all personally,
En "La mujer que llora", Zoé Valdés narra sobre la vida y las experiencias de algunos de los más famosos artistas surrealistas y de la vida cultural del Paris de la época donde se derrochaba libertad, creatividad y amor libre, pero donde también se vivían unos años tensos políticamente hablando. La mujer que llora es por supuesto, Dora Maar quien vivió un tórrido romance con Picasso con consecuencias nefastas en mi opinión para ella. Picasso se ve retratado en esta obra no sólo como artista (genio) sino como ser humano a través de las vivencias y recuerdos de Dora Maar. Podrá haber sido un genio indiscutible, pero como persona, (déspota, arrogante, mal amigo, cruel) deja un mal sabor, un pésimo recuerdo que creo perdurará en mi memoria cada vez que me vea expuesta a su famosa obra (hasta que lea la obra de alguien que lo defienda o reivindique, si es posible).
Según Valdés, Picasso fue un genio al que todos pusieron en un pedestal por su dotes de artista, pero que sin embargo era de una personalidad muy compleja, de trato duro y cruel, especialmente con las mujeres que lo amaron y primordialmente con Dora. Dora, su víctima, mucho más joven que él, hermosa, sensual y de ávida inteligencia se dejó llevar por a una pasión desaforada por Picasso a quien consideró su dios y por quien se perdió en un torbellino patético que la llevó al borde de la locura y finalmente al abandono y la soledad.
La novela se centra en el viaje que Dora emprendió a Venecia (años después del rompimiento con Picasso) junto con James Lord y Bernand Minoret, el que una vez finalizado marca el punto crítico donde ella decide recluirse para siempre del mundo entero en su apartamento de Paris en una especie de suicidio, para morir poco a poco. No sé si yo lo llamaría precisamente por amor, sino más bien como una forma de autoflagelación emocional que perpleja. La mujer que llora tiene muchos momentos autobiográficos, relatos reales mezclados con ficción que tratan sobre el amor, el abandono, la soledad y también sobre la felicidad que experimentan, por demás efímera pero muy intensa, los que viven por el arte. Todos los que fueron alguien en el ámbito del arte en aquella época hacen su aparición en esta obra, entre ellos: Remedios Varo, Max Jacob, Leonora Carrington, George Bataille, Eluard, Max Ernst, Leonor Fini, etc. etc.
La novela entrelaza al narrador en primera y tercera persona en capítulos contados sobre el plan de la autora para escribir la obra, el viaje de Dora a Venecia con James y Bernard y los viajes de la memoria al pasado de Dora y Picasso con sus pocos deleites, desenfrenos y agonías con consecuencias devastadoras. Una obsesión que ella vive en su mente hasta el fin de sus días, sin descanso. Es como ver la misma película una y otra vez en la mente, en la cual el héroe/villano es Picasso, la víctima es ella y sólo existe el pasado. No existe el final feliz y el escurridizo olvido nunca llega, pues sólo vendrá con la muerte (Se murió seguro con el nombre de Picasso en sus labios). ¡Fatal! Tanto talento y tanta congoja. Su lectura es fácil, de prosa sencilla, elegante y muy cautivadora.
I had a hard time with this book. It is a convoluted story about a woman's search for the meaning of a missing period in Dora Maar's unhappy relationship with Picasso after he dumped her in favor of the next woman. Might be very interesting to those who are fascinated with the painter and his fraught relations with mistresses and wives.
Weeping Woman by Zoe Valdez is a novel utilizing a modernist writing style, a dreamy disconnected or too intricately connected segments of interwoven narrative, past and present imagined happenings of the author herself projected into her novel alongside Picasso and his mistress Dora Maar. And many of those persons who were a part in theme or lives. I dead having to attempt unraveling such tangled skeins of queried narrative.characters and incidents introduced without sufficient reference which require either prior knowledge or independent research, something contemporary poetry relishes and has made it greatly inaccessible and unpopular to the general public. The author also I believe takes creative liberties portraying the known personas of the real people in her book, having them think and say and do things which don't jibe with evidence in the historical record. I read historical fiction to have the past fleshed out for me, to breathe life into the past to allow me to somehow vicariously be there, but a novelist's inventions which distort or contradict an established historical record serve to confuse a reader about what was real, insomuch as that is ever possible to achieve. There are interesting nuggets of information and lovely pieces of writing to be had, but also tedious stretches of repetitious musings and conversations between the author and her friends and family that Ed me to that least of all satisfying way of reading: skimming or skipping whole sections of uninteresting text. He life of Dora Maar is an intriguing mystery that invites interest, although her professed wish for no one to write about her gains some legitimacy for me in this novel which plays too imaginatively loose and free with what she wanted to be and remains private and unknown. Let me imagine Dora Maar would be horrified by the portrayals, and even though in the end the target clearly is a vicious attack on the character and image of Picasso, with sympathy for how he mistreated her and others. Picasso is certainly deserving of much much criticism as a man, but here again, I think he is better judged by his own words and deeds than the novelist's flamboyant inventions. These are my cautionary impressions if you enter this confounding whirlpool of a book. This author obviously felt a near obsessive love for her weeping woman, but I don't believe Dora Maar would have welcomed such attentions as Ms. Valdes imagined.