"You can laugh at the past," says Dorothea Tanning, "you cannot laugh at the future." Her memoir (no 'ghost' for Tanning) of life with Max Ernst in postwar Paris and America (she was his 4th wife) is an original "rumination, souvenir" of a surrealist vision.
This adventurous artist from Galesburg, Ill, fragments Time & Memory as she recalls Andre Breton, Roland Penrose, Man Ray. Essentially hers is a personal story and, as one critic said, "a poetic evocation in which dream and reality can mingle."
The Left Bank was "a perpetual carnival where disguise and discretion are one and the same." It contrasts with a lengthy retreat in Sedona, Arizona, where "an electrical storm could hang a ball of white fire in the doorway." Modest luxuries - telling your best ideas to a dog or crying for fun, she adds - make the small life big. ------- Tanning later put this material into a 2d memoir, "Between Lives."
I'd wanted to read this one since the late 80's, but never got around to it. Now it's long out of print and the publisher doesn't even exist anymore. Well, I finally read it and I hated it. I really hated it. How can a book about being married to Max Ernst suck so badly? Tanning's prose is excruciating. But I've read nothing but positive things about it, so it must be me.
Dorothea Tanning was a native of Galesburg, Illinois. She became a visual artist and also a pretty amazing writer. Married to Max Ernst, Tanning had an eclectic group of artist friends. I watched the movie Lee about one of those artists, Lee Miller, at the same time. What an interesting period in history and in art.