How to Paint a Dead Man by Sarah Hall download in iPad, ePub, pdf
Both father and daughter are complex, solid human beings. Art is both the seen and unseen, the visible and the visualized. This is a book about art and artists. There is Suzi, a curator and photographer, who is so lost in her grief for her dead twin and mentor, Danny, that she has lost herself.
Hall is good on sex, that raw, nervy adrenaline of desire, substituting life for death, even if in the end it leaves you emptier. If you don't respond to it like I did, well, read it again with a fever and then you'll get it. Peter's landscape art takes him to the brink of danger, and the very landscape that he loves and is the source of his inspiration, becomes a threat to his life. To be honest I read this while sick with the flu so perhaps some of my responses can be tied in to that delving into another chapter instead of going for a walk in the Portland rain, for example.
You feel lost from yourself. Regardless, this was a beautiful book. Two of the strands take place in Umbria in the s. There is pleasure enough to be had here. The novel was obviously partly inspired by a residency in Umbria and you can feel the slow, romantic pull of another rhythm of life as the experience mulches down in Hall's imagination.
Annette is a blind Italian florist, caught up in the visions in her head. It is a stylish novel, as replete with ideas as it is technically ambitious, interweaving four separate strands and characters across different times and places. Hall has a sharp eye for the intricacies of human suffering, but, above all, her book lyrically affirms the depth and richness of our imperfect, astonishing lives. She weaves together the four strands of the story with supreme conviction, beauty and emotional intelligence. She experiments with voice and form, giving each of her characters a distinctive means of addressing the reader.
Perhaps at some point down the line she will be more drawn to marrying the two. To read it is to become a staunch admirer. The book is like a chorale woven of four parts, each part a Sometimes one is privileged to read a book that is so brilliant we hope it never ends. The writer's remarkably fine style fits and evokes the art of still-life painting to reveal each character's life.