Roughly sketched over-the-top praise: got this from the library and immediately bought it upon finishing, I now need it always within reach. The “Conversations” are invaluable. Cezanne’s sensibilities make so much sense, things I’ve long suspected and felt but perhaps don’t have the courage to follow through on. I’m serious, I think what Cezanne did is painfully hard, as this book makes clear enough. Even (in the few instances) where I don’t agree, he convinces me. Of course one wants to be challenged with new perspectives, but this isn’t just mere echo chamber for me, it’s having some of my most foundational beliefs about art articulated better than I’ve ever come across. This is the closest approximation I’ve found to something I’ve searched for a long time; it might be the single best book I’ve read about art, and I don’t say that lightly. Pure validation, but I think that does one good once in a while. The biography section has nice prose, and balances mythologizing with harsh reality (but mostly the former), but I repeat: the Conversations. I’ve seen one of the Straub-Hulliet films based on them, and it has its own merit of course, but reading the book completely and closely is really a whole other world. There are a number of other painters from this time whose painting I’d put ahead of Cezanne (though I don’t think that anymore), but none whose ideas have reached me as deeply. Van Gogh’s letters, which I love, have a subtle naivety, but here Cezanne is so confident, speaking as if it’s life or death; yet paradoxically, by virtue of him largely shunning theory, he often comes through lighthearted, not expecting to be taken seriously. In any case, a genius no doubt, both apparent by his words, his work, and work ethic. This made me realize a real biopic of an artist would just be them painting 12 hours straight a day, and that’s it. Timeless thoughts throughout, words to live by, endlessly quotable: “colour is the place where our brain and the universe meet”. When we look at a Cezanne, we see a landscape imprinted onto his being. Again, I don’t act in accordance to Cezanne’s thoughts & beliefs, but ask me again in 5 or 10 years.