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Once a prominent painter, Danzig now shares his wisdom and technique with students at San Francisco’s Art Institute—yet his own canvases remain empty. When he meets Israeli-born Merav, the beautiful new model for his class, he senses she may reignite his artistic passion. Merav moved to California to escape the danger and violence of the Middle East, yet she cannot outrun her fears about the past. As the characters challenge one another, Rosner lyrically uncovers their disparate upbringings, their creative ...

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Overview

Once a prominent painter, Danzig now shares his wisdom and technique with students at San Francisco’s Art Institute—yet his own canvases remain empty. When he meets Israeli-born Merav, the beautiful new model for his class, he senses she may reignite his artistic passion. Merav moved to California to escape the danger and violence of the Middle East, yet she cannot outrun her fears about the past. As the characters challenge one another, Rosner lyrically uncovers their disparate upbringings, their creative awakenings, and their similarly painful, often catastrophic, love lives to propel them toward reconciliation, redemption, and ultimately revival.

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Poet and novelist Rosner (The Speed of Light) has written an elegiac story of an emotionally and creatively starved artist and his muse. Danzig is 58, a German painter whose once promising career has stagnated into teaching life drawing classes at San Francisco's Art Institute. Then Merav appears, a lovely Israeli woman, also an artist, who models in his classroom. Merav struggles with instinctual distrust of Danzig: "The poses she took in the first session were all in the shape of fear: a woman turning away from something threatening; a body in flight; the curled-up shape of self-defense, protecting the heart, the belly." When Danzig asks Merav if she will model for him privately, she's reluctant, but their relationship evolves. The present diverges to the past, and Rosner develops her protagonists as though they are pieces of art, slowly becoming unveiled. Although their backgrounds are divergent--Danzig lived in fear of his father while Merav grew up in the safety of a kibbutz without one--their interior lives are similar. Rosner's multilayered composition is rendered in beautiful, spare prose and will resonate long after the last page. (Sept.)
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“The grace of this novel is . . . in its details, the insights and illuminations that abundantly reveal the author’s intelligence and compassion.” —San Francisco Chronicle

“This luminous and haunting novel explores the possibility of redemption through Art, Truth, Bravery, and Passion . . . and the memory of that journey will linger with me for a long time to come.”

—Lalita Tademy, New York Times bestselling author of Cane River

Blue Nude explores the big questions of history, fate, art, how we choose to live the lives we’re given—and yet it’s also wonderfully intimate. . . . Elizabeth Rosner has written a thought-provoking, moving, and original book.”

—Dan Chaon, author of Await Your Reply

“In a restrained yet elegiacal voice, Rosner explores the power of memory and the providence of art to amplify and alleviate human suffering.”
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“Through German artist, Danzig, and Israeli muse, Merav, Elizabeth Rosner builds a bridge from loss to reconciliation, from anger to understanding. Blue Nude is a lyrical exploration of how we — as individuals and as a society — move past our separate histories and toward a shared redemption. This is truly a lovely book. “
— Meg Waite Clayton, author of The Wednesday Sisters

“In Blue Nude, Elizabeth Rosner gracefully explores the uneasy intersection of private lives and public history. A stunningly sensual, deeply emotional novel about guilt, desire, forgiveness, and the mysterious relationship between artist and subject.”
—Michelle Richmond, New York Times bestselling author of The Year of Fog

“Rosner has a painter's eye and a poet's ear. Blue Nude is a luminous book about painful histories — both private and global — and how they stay with us even as they travel through to become something else - quite possibly art. A book both heady and tangible, both unflinching and generous, but always beautiful to read."
—Karen Joy Fowler, author of the Jane Austen Book Club

"We watch, spellbound, as the story seems to levitate midair, as the characters seamlessly unfold a plot that is no less than fascinating. Using the rhythms of poetry, Elizabeth Rosner has created a lyrical tour de force."
-Linda Gray Sexton, author of Half in Love: Surviving the Legacy of Suicide

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A German painter and an Israeli model connect in Rosner's heartfelt but melodramatic second novel. Danzig, a 58-year-old painter who was once an up-and-coming artist, has long since traded in his creativity for a habit of seducing his models at the San Francisco art school where he teaches. As the son of a Nazi officer who brutalized his family in the aftermath of the war and drove Danzig's older sister, Margot, to suicide, the painter harbors dark memories. He meets Merav, the beautiful granddaughter of a Holocaust survivor, when she substitutes as a model in his life drawing class. Merav, like Danzig, has come to America to escape-not just the legacy of the Holocaust, but also the loss of her lover in a suicide bombing. When Danzig asks her to pose at his home studio, the project presents emotional risks for both of them. As in her previous novel (The Speed of Light), Rosner presents a simple but earnest belief in the power of art to heal and reconcile. That the story leads to redemption for both Danzig and Merav won't surprise anyone, but readers may find themselves affected anyway. (May) Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
Rosner's sophomore novel (after The Speed of Light) is steady on its feet but without much substance. Its central story acts out an art-world cliche: washed-up but once promising painter Danzig is now teaching (somewhat tyrannically) at a California art school and going home to a wall of blank canvases at night. His creative inertia results partly from his being haunted by several failed relationships, the startling death of his sister, and episodes from his youth in Germany (where his father was a member of the Nazi party). Enter the restorative muse: Merav is a former soldier in the Israeli army, nursing a broken heart overseas, where she is in high demand as a model for drawing classes. Rosner propels her readers nimbly through the pages and history, capturing some vivid interactions despite the story's predicable trajectory. But her writing often snags on its own sense of importance, as if it, too, were posing. Matisse's iconic 1907 painting Blue Nude is startling, radical, and intransigently beautiful. If only Rosner's book had more of its title's qualities. [See Prepub Alert, LJ 1/06.]-Prudence Peiffer, Cambridge, MA Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Rosner's breathy, lightweight second novel (The Speed of Light, 2001) concerns a German artist and his Israeli model. Both Danzig, a 58-year-old painter who's been blocked for years, and Merav, who poses for his class at the San Francisco Art Institute, have suffered traumas. Danzig, the son of Nazis, carries the weight of shame that drove him to leave Germany for years before. He made a splash as an artist in California in the early 1980s, but at present, he only teaches and won't paint. The considerably younger Merav left Israel after Arab-Jewish violence killed her closest friend, Yossi. While posing for Danzig's life-drawing class, she is chillingly reminded of the story of her grandmother, Esther, discovered hiding in a barn during WWII but spared by a German soldier overwhelmed by her beauty. (Parallels between the two stories are drawn throughout.) Taken by Merav's good looks, Danzig convinces her to come to his Marin County barn so he can paint her. Instead of bedding her instantly, as he has done with other models (with disastrous consequences), he allows Merav to guide him as his muse. ("He wants her, but not in the flesh.") Plenty of wispy flashbacks attempt to give these characters some weight: the 1953 suicide of Danzig's older sister Margot, who was devastated after learning the truth about their parents; Danzig's previous affairs with models Andrea and Susan; teenaged Merav's life on a kibbutz; Merav's switch from artist to model and her brief marriage to a photographer. The author strains to show her characters correcting the historical record. Sexy premise, mushy plot.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781439173084
  • Publisher: Gallery Books
  • Publication date: 9/14/2010
  • Pages: 200
  • Product dimensions: 5.30 (w) x 8.20 (h) x 0.70 (d)

Meet the Author

Elizabeth Rosner’s first novel, The Speed of Light, was the recipient of numerous honors and awards, including the Harold U. Ribalow Prize and the Prix France Bleu Gironde. She lives in Berkeley, California.
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Chapter One

BEGIN ANYWHERE, Danzig says. The shoulder, the rib cage, the thigh, the ankle. It won’t be an accident, even if it feels that way right now.

He stands in his classroom at the Art Institute, the students arranged on chairs and stools in a rough circle with their sketchpads and charcoal, all sixteen of them waiting for the model to take the first pose on her platform.

Find a place where your line wants to take a journey, he says. Some curve in any direction, a place where skin meets light, meets shadow. Let your hand tell you. Begin there.

It’s almost the last class of the semester, and he is deliberately talking about beginnings, not endings. He keeps promising himself he is never coming back, but he keeps coming back. For the third year in a row, he has made a vow not to return in the fall, but he’s finding it hard to take his own word seriously. Even when he is shouting at his students, feverish to convince them to care more, he feels his own intensity in doubt, wonders how much he still cares himself. He used to relish the moments when they jumped at the sound of his voice, but now he is no longer sure that anyone even flinches. Their anonymous, hopeful faces may not be enough to save him.

On the worst days, he feels that he must be getting old and used up. The youngest students who pass him in the hallways barely seem to acknowledge he is alive. To them he might as well have one foot in the grave.

But wait. At fifty-eight he can still attract plenty of attention when he wants to. It’s just a few of the women, girls really, who infuriate him with their disinterest.

HE STANDS BESIDE his faithful skeleton, the one that dangles like a marionette on its wooden stand, its bleached bones as familiar to him as an old friend. This is the invaluable prop he calls Doctor Memento, for memento mori, though Danzig is sure most of the students imagine he must be referring only to his own death and not theirs; they’re so young they are still convinced of their immortality.

He is not allowed to touch the models; that’s one of the rules of the Models Guild. And so instead Danzig will rest a hand on Doctor Memento’s shoulder blade, tap a fingertip on his collarbone. Today, he casually holds the good Doctor’s left hand as a form of mild entertainment or even consolation. Later, he will gesticulate with its digits for emphasis, always reminding the students to keep track of the bones.

Look closely, he tells the students. Deeper. This is the predictable architecture of the body. This is how you pay attention to the truth.

Twenty fresh faces arrive in his class each semester, young men and women with barely tolerable moods and attitudes, startling shades of dyed hair and ubiquitous piercings. Fifteen weeks ago there were twenty of them, and now there are sixteen. Though he used to be able to predict with surprising accuracy which of them would leave, this semester there are more stubborn ones than he had counted on, furiously scratching at their sketchpads.

It takes a few weeks or sometimes just a few hours before he knows whether or not anyone in the room has talent. In the first few meetings they are blurry and indistinguishable to him. Now, he sees that several are frowning or grimacing, already prepared to be dissatisfied with the first gestures on the page, already wanting to tear sheets away and throw them aside.

He admits with a private sigh that there is not a single student who engages him right now. For a long time, the opposite happened, and a student would get under his skin by being infuriatingly incompetent. There was one girl last year whose drawings were always filled with oversized, unmatched hands, lopsided mouths, heads shaped like eggs or apples, eyes too high or too low.

You’re just not looking, he had growled at her. Do you mean to tell me these hands belong to the same person? You’re not even trying.

He knew she probably hated him, his icicle heart, his mouth twisting and cruel. She thought he was a mean bastard, and she was right. He was. She left the class and never came back.

They seem younger than ever, these students, almost another species. He swears to himself he was never that young, never that naively arrogant. On certain days there might be one or two who remind him of those first Americans he met, all those years ago. The Occupiers, his father had called them. Soldiers. But he has mostly forgotten.

Begin again, he says.

SOME YOUNG WOMAN with peroxide hair about an inch long and a silver stud through her tongue (she is yawning, even now) seems to be glaring at him. More likely she is angry at the world, but Danzig takes it personally, so he is angry at her too. In the past he would have managed to seduce her after the first or second week of the semester, just to wipe the glare off her face. But this is what outrages him as much as anything: she doesn’t seem to register him in any way as a sexual being. She turns her back almost every time he passes near her.

He might have reassured himself with the certainty that she doesn’t like men at all, but in fact he’s seen her more than once with her pierced tongue in the mouth of a leather-encased, acne-scarred boyfriend, who drops her off and picks her up on his motorcycle.

So it’s just Danzig who doesn’t appeal to her. All that sexual heat and none of it for him.

He tells himself he doesn’t mind, not about her or about any of the rest of them. He has made no promises and told no lies. And he is about to forget each one of their names.

TODAY’S MODEL is getting undressed behind a folding screen. So far he can only see the back of her head, noting very dark brown hair, cut in a kind of thick bob above her jawline, windblown and messy. There have been so many models—easily hundreds over the years, possibly as many as a thousand—so many whose names he cannot remember and probably never knew.

Just last week his model hadn’t shown up at all, and Danzig had posed for the class himself, stripped down to his jeans and bare feet, determined not to squander anyone’s time including his own. He is still vain enough to know that his muscle tone is reasonable, his back and shoulders powerful enough to be compelling anatomically.

The students could work with a piece of clothing for once; it wouldn’t kill them, he said. And here was a chance to practice contours half hidden under fabric, folds and creases and what they used to call drapery in the days when nude models were rare and for men only.

He used a long stick kept on hand for prying open and closing the high casement windows of the room. He held it like a staff of Moses, aimed it like a javelin, used it to prop his arms like a weary shepherd. He imagined himself through their eyes: his blond hair going gray at the temples and on his exposed chest, his charcoal-stained fingers. Rocking almost imperceptibly on the balls of his feet, he reminded himself to bend his knees, all of this giving him a renewed appreciation for the balanced stillness of his models.

All of the students seemed to work especially seriously that day, a little shy of him at first and then with increasing eagerness, obviously hopeful in the face of his silence that this might be a once-only chance to work without his correcting hand hovering nearby. For now Danzig’s hands were elsewhere, held in a foreign gesture that had nothing to do with their own hands, except that it had everything to do with getting his hands to look as real and as still as the ones they saw when they looked up from their easels.

There.

He was there for them to study all they wanted, a body twice their age at least, maybe three times, and suddenly a figure in space with a look that might have surprised them had any of them been curious enough to decipher it carefully. He felt vulnerable, subject to a persistent gaze that made him worry about what they thought of him, whether the young women saw him as old and unattractive, past his prime; whether the young men saw him as weaker than they’d ever allow themselves to be, a man without much of a future, a father figure who needed, basically, to step aside so that the youth and promise they held could stride ahead and take over the world.

BEGIN AGAIN, he says today, even before the model has stepped onto the platform.

It’s not just a beginning every time you see a new model, he continues, but every time you face a fresh page. It’s that necessary leap into the unknown. And even though you know you’re compressing the infinite possibilities that exist just before the first line is made, you still have to make a commitment. It’s a direction that can be changed even when it declares itself to be irrevocable.

They look at him, at least a handful of them still willing to hang on his every word. There are several, he knows, who stopped listening weeks ago. They draw and fail and draw the same thing all over again. They’re like dogs with bones, stubborn and single-minded.

It’s their loss, he thinks, but never mind. They’ll end up where they started, with or without me. If I’d really wanted to be one of those eternally patient fathers I would have stayed with Andrea and raised the child where I could have some say. Never mind.

Still holding up Doctor Memento’s left hand to point it at them, he looks at nothing for a few silent moments, feeling a low hum of expectation and anxiety in the air. Maybe a few of them really are afraid of him, as if he is the enemy, not the work itself.

The day he modeled for the class, he thought he overheard someone refer to him as The Kaiser. The comment was low and muttered somewhere behind his back. He was caught so completely off guard that he barely admitted his own shock; it was too absurd. He would have expected worse, in fact, but they didn’t know anything about their own country, much less about the rest of the world. All they recognized was his blond hair and blue eyes, his imagined lineage on display. But he brushed it off.

What did they know? he asked himself. What could they possibly know?

YOU CAN NEVER HOPE to be able to finish a painting unless you truly know how to start, he says. Unless you’re willing to practice that first movement over and over. To turn seeing into a stroke.

He gestures with his arm, moving it like a swimmer, and the arm of Doctor Memento moves too.

Stroke, he says. Learn how to pull yourself through the water. Feel the pure balance between tension and release, the arm loose and strong at the same time, finding exactly where the angle works best. Part the water as if you could divide it into Before and After.

The model steps out from behind the screen and looks at him neutrally, with apparent calm, though her gaze is aimed just past him, over his shoulder.

She is lovely, he thinks, not beautiful in the usual boring ways. There is something else.

He does his quick, expert appraisal. Dimensions, he thinks; that’s what she has. Space between her features, her breasts, long arms and legs and torso. Smooth unblemished skin, those very dark eyes, a full mouth, even without a smile. Her fingers are long and tapered, and she is completely unadorned. No makeup or jewelry or tattoos. Just a pure unveiled being.

He says what he always tells the models: that he wants her to start the session with twenty one-minute poses, and up she steps onto the platform.

What he will remember later is that Billie Holiday was playing, that the light pouring through the high windows was diffuse and fog-colored, that as far as he could tell none of the students truly realized just how good she was, from the moment of her first pose until the unraveling of the last one.

He will remember pacing back and forth between the platform and his skeleton, taking its hand and dropping it, taking it back again. For the first time in all his years of teaching he barely notices himself talking about bones, about the need to remind them what the body is made of, the mathematics of anatomy, the beauty underneath beauty.

He can only see her.

© 2006 Elizabeth Rosner

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  • Posted January 11, 2011

    exceptional novel

    This is one of the best books I've ever read. It's fascinating and the writing is absolutely beautiful.

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  • Posted September 20, 2010

    TOUCHING STORY OF PAIN AND SURVIVAL!

    BLUE NUDE BY Elizabeth Rosner is a historical fiction set in San Francisco and Point Reyes in the 21st century. It is well written and fast paced. It has secrets, truths coming to light, sexy art work, muse, artist, failed relationships, a former Israili soldier, a German Nazi descendent, despair, fear, hope, World War II, Holocaust story, guilt, and forgiveness. A German washed up artist and a former Israili soldier/model learn redemption, reconciliation and forgiveness together. Merav, the former Israili soldier turned model and the granddaughter of a Holocaust survivor becomes Danzig's muse. Danzig, a washed up German artist whose post war inheritance brings him to Merav while he is a teacher at an art institue in San Francisco. This story brings together the past and the present with profound awakenings for both the artist and the muse. This is a touching story of pain and survival. This book was received for review and details can be found at Simon and Schuster and My Book Addiction and More.

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    I found myself completely engrossed in this novel. It's one of those books that you fly through because you can't put it down. Elizabeth is a writing genius!

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