Publication
Plume (1984), 512 p.
Original publication date
1934
1934, Pocket Books, New York
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Description
"A student, a teacher, a clerk and a preacher, at the age of twenty-seven Vincent became an artist, and changed the world forever. As a painter, Vincent Van Gogh secured his place in history as one of the most iconic artists to have ever lived. But beneath those vibrant brushstokes, swirling colours and breathtaking landscapes lies another story, a tragedy of heartbreak and pain, poverty and mental illness. It is a story of a genius, an artist and a pioneer whose significance would not be understood within his own lifetime. This is that story. The classical fictional re-telling of the incredible life of Vincent Van Gogh"--
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LibraryThing member gbill
This historical fiction / biography of Van Gogh which was a real treat to read. It opens in 1873 London, with a 20-year-old Vincent working in his father’s very successful art business, and courting a young woman who later rejects his marriage proposal. It ends of course in 1890 Arles, with
His story is relatively well known, but the book really makes it come to life, and emphasized how many years he struggled, and how difficult his life was. He had been an art dealer, teacher, bookseller, divinity student and evangelist prior to devoting himself to being an artist at age 27, despite the concerns from his parents, which only deepened as early critics knocked him for lacking technique and being too coarse.
Years and years pass with Vincent honing his craft, experimenting with new forms and later with new colors. It’s really not until he’s 35 years old and in Arles (page 370 in the book!) that he finally realizes his artistic vision and distinctive style. He then has two to three incredibly intense creative years, fueled by absinthe, coffee, and tobacco, and on the verge of madness when he produces almost all of the works we recognize as masterpieces today. Reading the story of his life in this form, with that incredibly long build up, really illustrated for me just how brief a flash this interval was in the South of France; it was a huge leap from The Potato Eaters in 1885, at age 32, and of course so soon before he really would crack, lopping off an ear and getting committed.
The quiet hero of the story is Theo, who not only funds Vincent faithfully, but also puts up with his awkwardness and rough edges, believing in his art and truly loving him as a person. Theo is also instrumental in getting the works from the Impressionist accepted in Paris, and understood for their genius.
Vincent for his part is Christ-like in many ways, the analogy for which becomes apparent when he preaches earnestly amongst very poor coal miners, valuing humility and poverty with an authenticity he possessed throughout his life. Even when he marries a prostitute years later to the shock of those around him, it feels like a cross between an act of charity and a direct communion of two outcast souls.
As an artist Vincent strove for truth with a passion, and found this in poor, simple people who he had always identified with. The privations he put himself through are staggering, the true ‘starving artist’ – many times going days without food, having the most meager of existences, and walking distances as long as 170 km in shoes which were falling apart because he had no train fare.
It’s difficult to imagine conversations between famous Impressionists and be true to reality in such a book, and I was a little concerned that Stone would not be, particularly because he wrote in 1934. However, it comes across as reasonably believable, true to events and the character’s viewpoints, and without being cartoonish. There was only one exception – late in the book, Stone made a huge artistic mistake in allowing Van Gogh to dream of a woman who promises him that someday, when he’s gone, he’ll be famous and that his paintings will sell for millions. I cringed throughout, and again when Stone mentions this ‘Maya scene’ in his author’s note at the end. However, it’s very brief and I give him a pass on it in terms of the rating – the rest of the book is so strong and the story is so compelling, it’s five stars for me.
Quotes:
On art, this from Zola’s mouth:
“The public cannot understand that there is no room for moral judgments in art. Art is amoral; so is life. For me there are no obscene pictures or books; there are only poorly conceived and poorly executed ones. A whore by Toulouse-Latrec is moral because he brings out the beauty that lies beneath her external appearance; a pure country girl by Bouguereau is immoral because she is sentimentalized and so cloyingly sweet that just to look at her is enough to make your vomit!’”
And this dialog between Cezanne and Gauguin:
[Gauguin]: “’You don’t paint emotion because you can’t. You paint with your eyes, that’s what you paint with.’
‘What does anyone else paint with?’
‘With all sorts of things.’ Gauguin took a quick look about the room. ‘Lautrec, there, paints with his spleen. Vincent paints with his heart. Seurat paints with his mind, which is almost as bad as painting with your eyes. And Rousseau paints with his imagination.’
‘What do you paint with, Gauguin?’
‘Who, me? I don’t know. Never thought about it.’
‘I’ll tell you’, said Lautrec. ‘You paint with your genital!’”
On old age:
“Vincent noticed that his father’s hair had grown white and that the right lid drooped still lower over his eye. Age seemed to be shrinking his features; he grew no beard to make up for the loss, and the expression on his face had changed from ‘This is me,’ to ‘Is this me?’”
On oneness:
“The sole unity in life is the unity of rhythm. A rhythm to which we all dance; men, apples, ravines, ploughed fields, carts among the corn, houses, horses, and the sun. The stuff that is in you, Gauguin, will pound through a grape tomorrow, because you and a grape are one. When I paint a peasant labouring in the field, I want people to feel the peasant flowing down into the soil, just as the corn does, and the soil flowing up into the peasant. I want them to feel the sun pouring into the peasant, into the field, the corn, the plough, and the horses, just as they all pour back into the sun. When you being to feel the universal rhythm in which everything on earth moves, you begin to understand life. That alone is God.’”
On politics, and socialism:
“’During the Revolution I was a republican,’ said Roulin, ‘but now I see that we have gained nothing. Whether our rulers be kings or ministers, we poor people have just as little as before. I thought when we were a republic everyone would share and share alike.’
‘Ah, no, Roulin.’
‘All my life I have tried to understand, Monsieur, why one man should have more than the next, why one man should work hard while his neighbor sits by in idleness. Do you think if I were educated, Monsieur, I would be able to understand that better?’
Vincent glanced up quickly to see if Roulin were being cynical. There was the same look of naïve innocence on his face.
‘Yes, my friend,’ he said, ‘most educated people seem to understand that state of affairs very well. But I am ignorant like you, and I shall never be able to understand or accept it.’”
On religion:
“Then suddenly he realized something he had known for a long time. All this talk about God was childish evasion; desperate lies whispered by a frightened, lonely mortal to himself out in a cold, dark, eternal night. There was no God. Just as simply as that, there was no God. There was only chaos; miserable, suffering, cruel, torturous, blind, endless chaos.”
On sensitivity:
“’You never have been normal. But then, no artist is normal; if he were, he wouldn’t be an artist. Normal men don’t create works of art. They eat, sleep, hold down routine jobs, and die. You are hypersensitive to life and nature; that’s why you are able to interpret for the rest of us. But if you are not careful, that very hypersensitiveness will lead you to destruction. The strain of it breaks every artist in time.’”
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Vincent’s suicide at 37, and his brother Theo’s death six month afterwards.His story is relatively well known, but the book really makes it come to life, and emphasized how many years he struggled, and how difficult his life was. He had been an art dealer, teacher, bookseller, divinity student and evangelist prior to devoting himself to being an artist at age 27, despite the concerns from his parents, which only deepened as early critics knocked him for lacking technique and being too coarse.
Years and years pass with Vincent honing his craft, experimenting with new forms and later with new colors. It’s really not until he’s 35 years old and in Arles (page 370 in the book!) that he finally realizes his artistic vision and distinctive style. He then has two to three incredibly intense creative years, fueled by absinthe, coffee, and tobacco, and on the verge of madness when he produces almost all of the works we recognize as masterpieces today. Reading the story of his life in this form, with that incredibly long build up, really illustrated for me just how brief a flash this interval was in the South of France; it was a huge leap from The Potato Eaters in 1885, at age 32, and of course so soon before he really would crack, lopping off an ear and getting committed.
The quiet hero of the story is Theo, who not only funds Vincent faithfully, but also puts up with his awkwardness and rough edges, believing in his art and truly loving him as a person. Theo is also instrumental in getting the works from the Impressionist accepted in Paris, and understood for their genius.
Vincent for his part is Christ-like in many ways, the analogy for which becomes apparent when he preaches earnestly amongst very poor coal miners, valuing humility and poverty with an authenticity he possessed throughout his life. Even when he marries a prostitute years later to the shock of those around him, it feels like a cross between an act of charity and a direct communion of two outcast souls.
As an artist Vincent strove for truth with a passion, and found this in poor, simple people who he had always identified with. The privations he put himself through are staggering, the true ‘starving artist’ – many times going days without food, having the most meager of existences, and walking distances as long as 170 km in shoes which were falling apart because he had no train fare.
It’s difficult to imagine conversations between famous Impressionists and be true to reality in such a book, and I was a little concerned that Stone would not be, particularly because he wrote in 1934. However, it comes across as reasonably believable, true to events and the character’s viewpoints, and without being cartoonish. There was only one exception – late in the book, Stone made a huge artistic mistake in allowing Van Gogh to dream of a woman who promises him that someday, when he’s gone, he’ll be famous and that his paintings will sell for millions. I cringed throughout, and again when Stone mentions this ‘Maya scene’ in his author’s note at the end. However, it’s very brief and I give him a pass on it in terms of the rating – the rest of the book is so strong and the story is so compelling, it’s five stars for me.
Quotes:
On art, this from Zola’s mouth:
“The public cannot understand that there is no room for moral judgments in art. Art is amoral; so is life. For me there are no obscene pictures or books; there are only poorly conceived and poorly executed ones. A whore by Toulouse-Latrec is moral because he brings out the beauty that lies beneath her external appearance; a pure country girl by Bouguereau is immoral because she is sentimentalized and so cloyingly sweet that just to look at her is enough to make your vomit!’”
And this dialog between Cezanne and Gauguin:
[Gauguin]: “’You don’t paint emotion because you can’t. You paint with your eyes, that’s what you paint with.’
‘What does anyone else paint with?’
‘With all sorts of things.’ Gauguin took a quick look about the room. ‘Lautrec, there, paints with his spleen. Vincent paints with his heart. Seurat paints with his mind, which is almost as bad as painting with your eyes. And Rousseau paints with his imagination.’
‘What do you paint with, Gauguin?’
‘Who, me? I don’t know. Never thought about it.’
‘I’ll tell you’, said Lautrec. ‘You paint with your genital!’”
On old age:
“Vincent noticed that his father’s hair had grown white and that the right lid drooped still lower over his eye. Age seemed to be shrinking his features; he grew no beard to make up for the loss, and the expression on his face had changed from ‘This is me,’ to ‘Is this me?’”
On oneness:
“The sole unity in life is the unity of rhythm. A rhythm to which we all dance; men, apples, ravines, ploughed fields, carts among the corn, houses, horses, and the sun. The stuff that is in you, Gauguin, will pound through a grape tomorrow, because you and a grape are one. When I paint a peasant labouring in the field, I want people to feel the peasant flowing down into the soil, just as the corn does, and the soil flowing up into the peasant. I want them to feel the sun pouring into the peasant, into the field, the corn, the plough, and the horses, just as they all pour back into the sun. When you being to feel the universal rhythm in which everything on earth moves, you begin to understand life. That alone is God.’”
On politics, and socialism:
“’During the Revolution I was a republican,’ said Roulin, ‘but now I see that we have gained nothing. Whether our rulers be kings or ministers, we poor people have just as little as before. I thought when we were a republic everyone would share and share alike.’
‘Ah, no, Roulin.’
‘All my life I have tried to understand, Monsieur, why one man should have more than the next, why one man should work hard while his neighbor sits by in idleness. Do you think if I were educated, Monsieur, I would be able to understand that better?’
Vincent glanced up quickly to see if Roulin were being cynical. There was the same look of naïve innocence on his face.
‘Yes, my friend,’ he said, ‘most educated people seem to understand that state of affairs very well. But I am ignorant like you, and I shall never be able to understand or accept it.’”
On religion:
“Then suddenly he realized something he had known for a long time. All this talk about God was childish evasion; desperate lies whispered by a frightened, lonely mortal to himself out in a cold, dark, eternal night. There was no God. Just as simply as that, there was no God. There was only chaos; miserable, suffering, cruel, torturous, blind, endless chaos.”
On sensitivity:
“’You never have been normal. But then, no artist is normal; if he were, he wouldn’t be an artist. Normal men don’t create works of art. They eat, sleep, hold down routine jobs, and die. You are hypersensitive to life and nature; that’s why you are able to interpret for the rest of us. But if you are not careful, that very hypersensitiveness will lead you to destruction. The strain of it breaks every artist in time.’”
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LibraryThing member jessiejluna
This book chronicles Vincent Van Gogh's adult life in novel form, using his correspondence with his brother as the most primary source. It is illustrated with sketches and some prints.
Although I was interested in reading this book, when I got right down to it I really expected it to be dry or
Although I was interested in reading this book, when I got right down to it I really expected it to be dry or
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difficult. It was not. This was one of the most beautiful books I've ever read. The author, rather than assuming that Van Gogh is mentally ill and treating him accordingly, takes the journey of discovery (and recovery) with his main character. When Van Gogh is "up" the writing is fast and frantic, when he is "down' it is full of emotion and reflection. It is written from the standpoint of the ever-hopeful. I loved it. Show Less
LibraryThing member samfsmith
The classic biographical novel about Vincent Van Gogh. Stone, in the end note, says that, aside from a few fictional scenes, “… the book is entirely true.” He based his fictional account of Van Gogh’s life on his letters, which were saved by his brother, Theo Van Gogh.
The facts may be true,
The most interesting period of his life is his time in the south of France when he first had his “attacks” and when he had his most creative period. Sloan seems to say that Van Gogh’s illness was epilepsy that started late in middle age, exacerbated by the absinthe that he drank and his years of near starvation.
If you’ve seen the excellent movie of the same title based on the book with Kirk Douglas then it’s difficult not to picture Van Gogh as Kirk Douglas or vice versa!
The facts may be true,
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but there is certainly a spin placed on the interpretation of those facts by the author. The novel spends most of it’s time and energy on Van Gogh’s early life – his failed love affair in England, his attempt to be an Evangelist, his early training as an artist. Throughout he is described as someone who takes a passionate love for something to an extreme.The most interesting period of his life is his time in the south of France when he first had his “attacks” and when he had his most creative period. Sloan seems to say that Van Gogh’s illness was epilepsy that started late in middle age, exacerbated by the absinthe that he drank and his years of near starvation.
If you’ve seen the excellent movie of the same title based on the book with Kirk Douglas then it’s difficult not to picture Van Gogh as Kirk Douglas or vice versa!
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LibraryThing member Atomicmutant
This was an enjoyable read. It gets the job done, simply, and engagingly. There's
no fancy wordplay or enhanced emphasis, it just tells the tale. And, you know, the
tale of that man is enough. I guess, stylistically, I don't have much beef with what
Stone chose to do (if indeed he chose, and that's
of the way and let the story tell itself. I've always been a great lover of Van Gogh, and
I am glad to have read his story.
This book was impeccably researched, so I do feel like I've read the authentic tale of this marvelous artist.
no fancy wordplay or enhanced emphasis, it just tells the tale. And, you know, the
tale of that man is enough. I guess, stylistically, I don't have much beef with what
Stone chose to do (if indeed he chose, and that's
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not just how he writes)....get outof the way and let the story tell itself. I've always been a great lover of Van Gogh, and
I am glad to have read his story.
This book was impeccably researched, so I do feel like I've read the authentic tale of this marvelous artist.
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LibraryThing member dancingstarfish
Beautiful book! Well written, easy to read and really enjoyable.
It can be hard to find books that illuminate an Artist in a way that is fun to read as well as informative, Irving stone is one of the few authors I've ever experienced that achieve this, and achieve this beautifully.
It can be hard to find books that illuminate an Artist in a way that is fun to read as well as informative, Irving stone is one of the few authors I've ever experienced that achieve this, and achieve this beautifully.
LibraryThing member opiatewave
Van Gogh is one of my favorite painters but I really didn't know much about his life apart from that infamous night in Arles with his mental breakdown. Found this book after reading a couple biographical sources, including some of his letters to his brother, Theo. It's a well-written,
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well-researched story even with the dialogue Irving Stone admittedly had to create in order to write the book. The story does faithfully follow Vincent's own accounts of life, his dreams and goals that he conveyed through his personal letters. A good book to read if you want some insight into Vincent's life. Show Less
LibraryThing member yoursources
Since its initial publication in 1934, [this book] has been a critical success, a multimillion-copy bestseller, and the basis for an Academy Award-winning movie. The most famous of all of [the author]’s novels, it is the story of Vincent Van Gogh – brilliant painter, passionate lover, and
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alleged madman. Here is his tempestuous story: his dramatic life, his fevered loves for both the highest-born women and the lowest of prostitutes, and his paintings – for which he was damned before being proclaimed a genius. The novel takes us from his desperate days in a northern coal mine to his dazzling years in the south of France, where he knew the most brilliant artists (and the most depraved whores). Finally, it shows us Van Gogh driven mad, tragic and triumphant at once. No other novel of a great man's life has so fascinated the American public for generations. Show Less
LibraryThing member CarolynSchroeder
I absolutely loved this book, but have to say I am a huge Van Gogh fan. But it's amazing how intriguing and interesting this entire novel is - but then, the man did live many lives. Even if you think you know some things about Van Gogh, you will probably learn something. When he is in Paris and
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meets the Impressionists/Post-Impressionists, it's actually very fun and funny - they are all so different and such strong characters. The relationship between Vincent and Theo is at the core of the story and it is such a beautiful, lifelong friendship. I highly recommend this book on so many levels. Do not be daunted and think it's dry (based on time written or what have you), I flew through it in a couple days. Show Less
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Summary:
Irving Stone’s Lust for Life is a biographical novelization of the life of Vincent van Gogh. The novel is based on the many letters (approximately 700) written between Vincent van Gogh and his younger brother, Theo. Stone takes author’s creative license and invents dialogue, situations,
The Good:
Where to begin? Essentially, almost any and every aspect of this novel is “good.” The novel is written so well, so fluidly and vividly, that for much of the novel I truly felt like I was watching a movie. The characters – many of them historically familiar- came to life for me, were distinguishable from one another and were eerily true to the impression I had of many of these people (at least the ones I had heard of prior to reading this book). I appreciated especially that Stone recreated such a believable, seamless biography from letters composed between the two van Gogh brothers. It would have been simple to present this in epistolary form, but I think the beauty and connection between the reader and the characters (aka historical figures) is greatly enhanced by being presented in the biographical novel form. Not only was the novel entertaining and beautifully written, but as someone not too familiar with art history and the “schools” or relationships between these artists (Manet, Cezanne, Gauguin, Pissarro, Seurat, Degas, etc) I was pleased to have been able to learn so much and to appreciate the life and works of these men (and women) without necessarily feeling overwhelmed by all of the new information. I was impressed by the attention paid to each of the major artists and their particular artistic style: Seurat’s scientific/intellectual approach; Gouguin’s love of color; Rousseau’s imagination. I found myself running to my cell phone or laptop many, many times so I could look up examples of the artists’ paintings (sometimes specifically referenced, sometimes particularly styles – like pointillism – mentioned in dialogue) and this greatly enhanced the novel for me, in terms of connectivity and imagery. The minor characters, too, such as the miners, the weavers, the peasants, and van Gogh’s many “women” were also well established – something I found particularly endearing as van Gogh himself spent his greatest energies on representing beauty in the “real” people, and not the typical interpretations of the beautiful. I felt this was one of many ways in which Stone paid homage to the work and character of van Gogh, while telling his life story. I was quite impressed by the author’s desire to remain honest and respectful – Stone presents the reader with the good and bad, the instability and the romance – and he lets the reader make his own judgments (as van Gogh would strive to represent the spirit of the painting, without putting his own moral judgment on the model).
The Bad:
The one singular fault I could find with this novel is that, though I came to understand van Gogh’s life and time quite well, I don’t know that I particularly understand van Gogh much better. I certainly know more about his painting style, his relationships, his general character and family life. I learned much about his devotion to his brother and his respect for his parents. Yet, for instance, when van Gogh begins to go a bit mad (we get the impression this is induced by sun stroke) and that madness ultimately leads to his suicide, I don’t get a clear understanding of the “why?” What was really going on with van Gogh? He would have his episodes every three months, like clockwork, but does any real ailment actually happen like that? It seems, almost, that these episodes/fits were self-induced, but this is something the author does not hypothesize about – possibly because he means to speak strictly from the van Gogh letters and not put any of his own interpretations of the situation into the work. Still, I would have appreciated a better understanding of why, for instance, van Gogh was so disturbing to women – he had no wealth, no real income, and a boisterous character, certainly, but that the only woman he could claim as a wife (in name, not legality) was a prostitute, and even she left him – this seems, too, to say something about van Gogh’s personality that is particularly conspicuous from the novel. Vincent van Gogh also had no real friends – many people are said to be frightened of him, even. I am left with the impression that van Gogh’s temperament may have been instable for much of his life, but only became more pronounced in his later years – the inability to stay in one place, to go into passions over an idea (such as the artist’s commune) and then suddenly, without warning or reason, drop and dismiss the passions entirely. The sun stroke and the isolation in Arles perhaps further subjected van Gogh to his own mental instability. It is interesting that in Arles and St. Remy, where he begins to lose his wits (and is committed to an insane asylum), is also where he paints his acclaimed masterpieces – “ The Cafe Terrace on the Place du Forum”, the “Sunflowers” series, and “Starry Night Over the Rhone.” It’s almost as if van Gogh needed to work himself to mental exhaustion, to starve his body and wrack his mind to its limits in order to create his very best work. While some of these episodes are well written, and the decline is indicated clearly and orderly, I still found the reasoning, the underlying cause, missing.
Final Verdict: 4.5/5.0
Upon reflection and review, I find Lust for Life to be an almost perfect novel. It is well-written. It is, as far as I can tell, honest to history and the historical figures it represents. Stone does a masterful and delicate job of re-telling the life story of one of history’s greatest and most well-known artists. Though I would have appreciated more time having been spent on van Gogh’s mental decline, I did find the decline easy to follow and to witness. Some other elements, like van Gogh’s infamous alcoholism and “smoker’s cough” were left out (there was plenty of drinking – but a “problem” was not implied) which, perhaps, Stone did not find necessary, but I believe it detracts from some of the underlying problems (does a sober man really cut off his ear?). Still, though, the language, the relevance, the relationships, the characterization and emotion are all brilliant. Stone even makes an effort to present his characters in the manner which van Gogh would paint his own models and landscapes, an ingenious and, I’m sure, incredibly difficult task to accomplish. This has been one of the best pieces of biographical fiction I’ve ever read, and even one of the best novels I’ve enjoyed in my rather large reading history. I eagerly await the chance to read Stone’s “masterpiece,” The Agony and the Ecstasy which is another biographical novel, this one about Michelangelo.
Irving Stone’s Lust for Life is a biographical novelization of the life of Vincent van Gogh. The novel is based on the many letters (approximately 700) written between Vincent van Gogh and his younger brother, Theo. Stone takes author’s creative license and invents dialogue, situations,
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etc. but many of the characters, places, and events are based on events which really happened and which were described in the brothers’ letters. The novel spans approximately ten years, from the time van Gogh leaves home to become a missionary, to his death in Auvers-sur-Oise. Stone appropriately captures van Gogh’s temperament, as well as his passion for art, though never quite having been accepted as an artist in his lifetime, by critics or peers. The Good:
Where to begin? Essentially, almost any and every aspect of this novel is “good.” The novel is written so well, so fluidly and vividly, that for much of the novel I truly felt like I was watching a movie. The characters – many of them historically familiar- came to life for me, were distinguishable from one another and were eerily true to the impression I had of many of these people (at least the ones I had heard of prior to reading this book). I appreciated especially that Stone recreated such a believable, seamless biography from letters composed between the two van Gogh brothers. It would have been simple to present this in epistolary form, but I think the beauty and connection between the reader and the characters (aka historical figures) is greatly enhanced by being presented in the biographical novel form. Not only was the novel entertaining and beautifully written, but as someone not too familiar with art history and the “schools” or relationships between these artists (Manet, Cezanne, Gauguin, Pissarro, Seurat, Degas, etc) I was pleased to have been able to learn so much and to appreciate the life and works of these men (and women) without necessarily feeling overwhelmed by all of the new information. I was impressed by the attention paid to each of the major artists and their particular artistic style: Seurat’s scientific/intellectual approach; Gouguin’s love of color; Rousseau’s imagination. I found myself running to my cell phone or laptop many, many times so I could look up examples of the artists’ paintings (sometimes specifically referenced, sometimes particularly styles – like pointillism – mentioned in dialogue) and this greatly enhanced the novel for me, in terms of connectivity and imagery. The minor characters, too, such as the miners, the weavers, the peasants, and van Gogh’s many “women” were also well established – something I found particularly endearing as van Gogh himself spent his greatest energies on representing beauty in the “real” people, and not the typical interpretations of the beautiful. I felt this was one of many ways in which Stone paid homage to the work and character of van Gogh, while telling his life story. I was quite impressed by the author’s desire to remain honest and respectful – Stone presents the reader with the good and bad, the instability and the romance – and he lets the reader make his own judgments (as van Gogh would strive to represent the spirit of the painting, without putting his own moral judgment on the model).
The Bad:
The one singular fault I could find with this novel is that, though I came to understand van Gogh’s life and time quite well, I don’t know that I particularly understand van Gogh much better. I certainly know more about his painting style, his relationships, his general character and family life. I learned much about his devotion to his brother and his respect for his parents. Yet, for instance, when van Gogh begins to go a bit mad (we get the impression this is induced by sun stroke) and that madness ultimately leads to his suicide, I don’t get a clear understanding of the “why?” What was really going on with van Gogh? He would have his episodes every three months, like clockwork, but does any real ailment actually happen like that? It seems, almost, that these episodes/fits were self-induced, but this is something the author does not hypothesize about – possibly because he means to speak strictly from the van Gogh letters and not put any of his own interpretations of the situation into the work. Still, I would have appreciated a better understanding of why, for instance, van Gogh was so disturbing to women – he had no wealth, no real income, and a boisterous character, certainly, but that the only woman he could claim as a wife (in name, not legality) was a prostitute, and even she left him – this seems, too, to say something about van Gogh’s personality that is particularly conspicuous from the novel. Vincent van Gogh also had no real friends – many people are said to be frightened of him, even. I am left with the impression that van Gogh’s temperament may have been instable for much of his life, but only became more pronounced in his later years – the inability to stay in one place, to go into passions over an idea (such as the artist’s commune) and then suddenly, without warning or reason, drop and dismiss the passions entirely. The sun stroke and the isolation in Arles perhaps further subjected van Gogh to his own mental instability. It is interesting that in Arles and St. Remy, where he begins to lose his wits (and is committed to an insane asylum), is also where he paints his acclaimed masterpieces – “ The Cafe Terrace on the Place du Forum”, the “Sunflowers” series, and “Starry Night Over the Rhone.” It’s almost as if van Gogh needed to work himself to mental exhaustion, to starve his body and wrack his mind to its limits in order to create his very best work. While some of these episodes are well written, and the decline is indicated clearly and orderly, I still found the reasoning, the underlying cause, missing.
Final Verdict: 4.5/5.0
Upon reflection and review, I find Lust for Life to be an almost perfect novel. It is well-written. It is, as far as I can tell, honest to history and the historical figures it represents. Stone does a masterful and delicate job of re-telling the life story of one of history’s greatest and most well-known artists. Though I would have appreciated more time having been spent on van Gogh’s mental decline, I did find the decline easy to follow and to witness. Some other elements, like van Gogh’s infamous alcoholism and “smoker’s cough” were left out (there was plenty of drinking – but a “problem” was not implied) which, perhaps, Stone did not find necessary, but I believe it detracts from some of the underlying problems (does a sober man really cut off his ear?). Still, though, the language, the relevance, the relationships, the characterization and emotion are all brilliant. Stone even makes an effort to present his characters in the manner which van Gogh would paint his own models and landscapes, an ingenious and, I’m sure, incredibly difficult task to accomplish. This has been one of the best pieces of biographical fiction I’ve ever read, and even one of the best novels I’ve enjoyed in my rather large reading history. I eagerly await the chance to read Stone’s “masterpiece,” The Agony and the Ecstasy which is another biographical novel, this one about Michelangelo.
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LibraryThing member Aswathi84
most intriguing story of a brilliant artist whose life is captured in a befitting style
LibraryThing member AliceAnna
Really pretty good. Van Gogh's life was a mess -- talk about OCD. The book rang true in telling his story, not sentimentalized or glossed over.
LibraryThing member Cheryl_in_CC_NV
Read before I started writing reviews, back when I was reading mostly SF. I liked it a lot, but given the caveats of my inexperience, I'm really not sure how good it actually is.
LibraryThing member -Eva-
A biographical novel about the life of Dutch artist Vincent Van Gogh and the struggles and joys brought on by his passionate personality. Van Gogh is possibly the world's most loved artist and his semi-tragic life adds a little extra to the affection people feel for his art. Stone's story is based
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on the numerous letters Van Gogh exchanged with his beloved brother Theo and feels as if it was written by someone who was close to the artist and his family. Van Gogh was obviously a person who burned for all of his passions, so it's easy to be taken in by his engaging personality and, naturally, very hard to follow the story into his mental decline. It is also very interesting to follow along in 1800s Paris and see how the artists of the time spent their time and see their oddities and personalities in their "natural environment." I read this the first time sometime in the mid-1980s and I found it as engaging now as I did then; it is a little bit of a masterpiece. Show Less
LibraryThing member Stbalbach
Prior to Irving Stone's debut novel Lust for Life (1934), most Americans had never heard of Vincent van Gogh, and in Europe he was known mainly in the art world. Stone was also unknown, writing about an obscure European painter - there was little reason to believe the manuscript would succeed.
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After rejections a publisher decided to take a chance and the novel became a surprise best-seller. Stone and Van Gogh rose to fame together. It remains the most popular book about Van Gogh and it's how most people know his story (along with the movie adaption). Van Gogh is the prototypical starving artist who sacrifices everything for art, including life, and goes unrecognized in his lifetime but then becomes famous after death. Show Less
LibraryThing member over.the.edge
I've long been an admirer of Van Gogh, as an artist and a man. This is a a fictionalized book of his life,....but pretty close to fact. I liked this alot.....didn't love it but it was an excellent read.
Language
Original language
English
ISBN
9780452262492
Physical description
512 p.; 5.2 inches
Pages
512