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480 pages, Hardcover
First published June 28, 2016
As an image it was simple and at the same time not easily decipherable—a girl, holding another girl’s severed head in her hands on one side of the painting, and on the other, a lion, sitting on his haunches, not yet springing for the kill. It had the air of a fable.I am sure most of you have had the experience of seeing a painting and wondering what was the inspiration for its creation. Or pondered what might lay behind the mystery, of, say, an enigmatic painted smile. The Muse takes us back through time to see what fueled the creation of several works of art, including the one described above.

You have this light, and when it switches on I don’t think you even realize what it does.There are several pieces of romantic interest here, but not at all too much, and they are important to the story.
“Was the difference between being a workaday painter and being an artist simply other people believing in you, or spending twice as much money on your work?”
“Like most artists, everything I produced was connected to who I was - and so I suffered according to how my work was received. The idea that anyone might be able to detach their personal value from their public output was revolutionary.”
“I thought London would mean prosperity and welcome. A Renaissance place. Glory and success. I thought leaving for England was the same as stepping out of my house and onto the street, just a slightly colder street where a beti with a brain could live next door to Elizabeth the Queen."
“She had never had a friend like this, in her private room, combing her hair, listening to her, talking about silly nonsense and the uselessness of one's parents; how the future was perfect, because they hadn't lived it yet.”
Her father always said that of course, women could pick up a paintbrush and paint, but the fact was, they didn't make good artists. Olive had never quite worked out what the difference was…But right now in Paris, Amrita Sher-Gil, Meret Oppenheim and Gabriele Münter were all working - Olive had even seen their pieces with her own eyes. Were they not artists? Was the difference between being a workaday painter and being an artist simply other people believing in you, or spending twice as much money on your work?
As far as Olive saw it, this connection of masculinity with creativity had been conjured from the air and been enforced, legitimised and monetised by enough people for whom such a state of affairs was convenient - men like her father. Thus, for centuries it had become the status quo. The artist as naturally male was such a widely held presupposition, that Olive, to her shame, had come at times to believe in it herself. As a nineteen-year-old girl, she was on the underside; the dogged, plucky mascot of amateurship. I'm not 'good' enough; I don't have the grit, the vision, the flair, the spine, the spark.
Here's the mad thing: poets from Barbados, Trini, Jamaica, Grenada, Antigua - any part of the British Caribbean - would send their stories all the way to London's Oxford Street, in order to hear them read back again in their homes, thousands of miles across the Atlantic Ocean. There seemed no local facility to enable these stories to be processed, a fact which impressed upon me at a very young age that in order to be a writer, I would require the motherland's seal of approval, the imperial sanction that my words were broadcastable.
The majority of the work was by men, but I would listen enraptured by the words and voices of Una Marson, Gladys Lindo, Constance Hollar - and Cynth would pipe up, 'one day you be read out, Delly' - and her little shining face, her bunches, she always made me feel like it was true. Seven years old, and she was the only one who ever told me to keep going. By 1960 that programme had stopped, and I came to England two years later with no idea what to do with my stories.
come to my blog!But her presence does seem a macabre end to that chapter of my life. Did she see in me a kindred vulnerability? Did she and I occupy a space where our only option was to fill the gap with paper?The Muse is a little slower-paced and may not resonate with all readers, but I found it a meaningful story with an appealing cast of characters and intriguing settings that complemented the plot. Olive’s artwork is so vividly described that it felt real to me, like I was seeing it in my mind’s eye. The Muse is similar in structure and feel to a Kate Morton dual timeline mystery like The Forgotten Garden or The Secret Keeper (complete with some romance and a twist), and will appeal to readers who like that type of a story, but it’s more ambitious in its concept and scope, and doesn’t go for the easy resolution. It’s a rewarding read.
“As an image it was simple and at the same time not easily decipherable—a girl, holding another girl’s severed head in her hands on one side of the painting, and on the other, a lion, sitting on his haunches, not yet springing for the kill. It had the air of a fable.”


“Like most artists, everything I produced was connected to who I was - and so I suffered according to how my work was received. The idea that anyone might be able to detach their personal value from their public output was revolutionary.”
“...Is there ever such a thing as a whole story, or an artist's triumph, a right way to look through the glass? It all depends on where the light falls.”
“A piece of art only succeeds when it's creator...possesses the belief that brings it into being.”
BABT
http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b07j47q2
1967 - Odelle Bastien starts work as a typist at the Skelton Institute
Lawrie brings in his painting to the Skelton. In 1936, Olive finds artistic inspiration.
Spain 1936 - Sarah Schloss has an unexpected proposition for a young painter, Isaac Robles
Odelle and Lawrie learn the identity of the artist of Lawrie's mother's painting
Spain 1936 - Isaac reveals his portrait of Olive and Sarah
An exhibition of Lawrie's newly discovered Robles is mooted
Olive prepares to send her painting 'The Orchard' to Peggy Guggenheim
Odelle discovers another clue to the real story of 'Ruffina and the Lion'
Spain 1936 - Political unrest escalates with devastating consequences
Odelle discovers Quick's secret and with it, the real story about 'Ruffina and the Lion'