Just when I thought I had read everything about Frida Kahlo over the past twenty years, I found this little precious gem. I won't bother with a Frida tale unless the author has a strong background in art history or literature; so much fluff is written about this fascinating woman because she was an icon, and she continues to draw a crowd. However, you can't imagine the glee I experienced when I discovered the author is the son of one of Frida's lovers!
Everything about this book is a gift --- its packaging (lovely flower embossed jacket); its travel size; the quality of paper; even the font. Simply holding it is special. As an empathetic, artistic human being, I immediately connected to Marc Petitjean's sensitivities for his subject, Frida Kahlo. Through his father's lost letters about his time with Frida in Paris in 1939, I could feel Marc's appreciation for a side of the father, Michel Petitjean, he never knew. The way he described what he imagined of their knowing, of their very short time as lovers, I sensed a strong wistfulness in his writing- how time steals so much - a wistfulness I feel every day. Marc has a simple style of writing, like a cool breeze on a hot day. I so appreciate one who can evoke the slightest feeling in the least amount of words.
Marc artfully paints a broad picture of Frida's fascinating life to give the reader a background to her time in Paris. The surrealist, Andre Breton, commissioned Frida's work to be shown in the Colle gallery just before the outbreak of WWII. Frida had just found out her husband, Diego Rivera, had had an affair with her sister, Cristina; therefore, she desperately needed to strike out on her own and prove her worth as a painter. This is the first account of her time in Paris where any mention of an affair has surfaced. All the other notable biographies only cover how sick Frida was with an infected kidney, and how much she hated the French surrealists, during this period in her life. The reader soon learns the bittersweet and touching affair that both Michel and Frida wanted to preserve away from the glare of fame; and, to protect their perspective partners.
The only criticism I have of this sweet story is that Marc may have mixed up his facts a bit. When he describes Diego and Frida's double dwelling San Angel home in the outskirts of Mexico City, he describes the animals and gardens of Frida's Caza Azul in Coyoacan, not far from San Angel. I have been to both properties. The magical gardens are only on the premises of Frida's childhood home, La Caza Azul. The San Angel twin homes are built on a corner with little or no yards to speak of. This bit of information wouldn't even be noticed if one weren't in the know, but nevertheless, important to those who are.
If you love Frida's art, her story, her loves, her life, then this is a book which can only add spice to your collection. It is by no means a complete biography, but it might just wet your whistle to continue learning about the fabulous woman Frida was, and the groundbreaking art she gave to the world. One last burning question I have: Why didn't you keep "The Heart" painting, Marc?