Van Gogh: The Life

Van Gogh: The Life

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ISBN-13: 9780375507489
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 10/18/2011
Pages: 976
Product dimensions: 6.70(w) x 10.10(h) x 1.90(d)

About the Author

Steven Naifeh and Gregory White Smith are graduates of Harvard Law School. Mr. Naifeh, who has written for art periodicals and has lectured at numerous museums including the National Gallery of Art, studied art history at Princeton and did his graduate work at the Fogg Art Museum of Harvard University. Together they have written many books on art and other subjects, including four New York Times bestsellers. Their biography Jackson Pollock: An American Saga won the Pulitzer Prize and was a finalist for the National Book Award. It also inspired the Academy Award–winning 2000 film Pollock starring Ed Harris and Marcia Gay Harden as well as John Updike’s novel, Seek My Face. Naifeh and Smith have been profiled in The New Yorker, The New York Times, USA Today, and People, and have appeared on 60 Minutes, The Oprah Winfrey Show, Larry King Live, Charlie Rose, and the Today show.

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chapter 1

Dams and Dikes

Of the thousands of stories that vincent van gogh consumed in a lifetime of voracious reading, one stood out in his imagination: Hans Christian Andersen's "The Story of a Mother." Whenever he found himself with children, he told and retold Andersen's dark tale of a loving mother who chooses to let her child die rather than expose him to the risk of an unhappy life. Vincent knew the story by heart and could tell it in several languages, including a heavily accented En- glish. For him, whose own life was filled with unhappiness, and who forever sought himself in literature and art, Andersen's tale of maternal love gone awry possessed a unique power, and his obsessive retellings protested both a unique longing and a unique injury.

Vincent's own mother, Anna, never understood her eldest son. His eccentricities, even from an early age, challenged her deeply conventional worldview. His roving intellect defied her limited range of insight and inquiry. He seemed to her filled with strange and "starry-eyed" notions; she seemed to him narrow-minded and unsympathetic. As time passed, she liked him less and less. Incomprehension gave way to impatience, impatience to shame, and shame to anger. By the time he was an adult, she had all but given up hope for him. She dismissed his religious and artistic ambitions as "futureless wanderings" and compared his errant life to a death in the family. She accused him of intentionally inflicting "pain and misery" on his parents. She systematically discarded any paintings and drawings that he left at home as if disposing of rubbish (she had already thrown out virtually all his childhood memorabilia), and treated works that he subsequently gave her with little regard.

After her death, only a few of the letters and works of art Vincent had sent her were found in her possession. In the final years of his life (she outlived him by seventeen years), she wrote to him less and less often, and, when he was hospitalized toward the end, she never came to visit, despite frequent travels to see other family members. Even after his death, when fame belatedly found him, she never regretted or amended her verdict that his art was "ridiculous."

Vincent never understood his mother's rejection. At times, he lashed out angrily against it, calling her a "hard-hearted" woman "of a soured love." At times, he blamed himself for being a "half-strange, half-tiresome person...who brings only sorrow and loss." But he never stopped bidding for her approval. At the end of his life, he painted her portrait (from a photograph) and appended a poem with the plaintive question: "Who is the maid my spirits seek / Through cold reproof and slanders blight?"

anna cornelia carbentus married the Reverend Theodorus van Gogh on a cloudless day in May 1851 in The Hague, home of the Dutch monarchy and, by one account, "the most pleasant place in the world." Reclaimed from sea-bottom mud containing the perfect mix of sand and clay for growing flowers, The Hague in May was a veritable Eden: flowers bloomed in unrivaled abundance on roadsides and canal banks, in parks and gardens, on balconies and verandas, in window boxes and doorstep pots, even on the barges that glided by. Perpetual moisture from tree- shaded ponds and canals "seemed every morning to paint with a newer and more intense green," wrote one enchanted visitor.

On the wedding day, Anna's family sprinkled flower petals in the newlyweds' path and festooned every stop on their route with garlands of greenery and blossoms. The bride made her way from the Carbentus house on Prinsengracht to the Kloosterkerk, a fifteenth-century jewel box on an avenue lined with linden trees and surrounded by magnificent townhouses in the royal heart of the city. Her carriage passed through streets that were the envy of a filthy continent: every windowpane freshly cleaned, every door recently painted or varnished, every copper pot on every stoop buffed, every lance on every bell tower newly gilded. "The roofs themselves seem to be washed each day," marveled one foreigner, and the streets were "clean as any chamber floor." Such a place, wrote another visitor, "may make all men envy the happiness of those who live in it."

Gratitude for idyllic days like these, in idyllic places like this-and the fear that they could all be lost in a moment-shaped Anna Carbentus's life. She knew that it had not always been this way, either for her family or for her country.

In 1697, the fate of the Carbentus clan hung by a single thread: Gerrit Carbentus, the only member of the family to come through the wars, floods, fires, and plagues of the previous hundred and fifty years alive. Gerrit's predecessors had been swept up in the panoramic bloodletting of the Eighty Years' War, a revolt by the Seventeen Provinces of the Low Countries against their brutal Spanish rulers. It began, according to one account, in 1568 when Protestant citizens in towns like The Hague rebelled "in a cataclysm of hysterical rage and destruction." Victims were tied together and heaved from high windows, drowned, decapitated, and burned. The Spanish Inquisition responded by condemning every man, woman, and child in the Netherlands, all three million of them, to death as heretics.

For eighty years, back and forth across the placid Dutch landscape, army fought army, religion fought religion, class fought class, militia fought militia, neighbor fought neighbor, idea fought idea. A visitor to Haarlem saw "many people hanging from trees, gallows and other horizontal beams in various places." Houses everywhere were burned to the ground, whole families burned at the stake, and the roads strewn with corpses.

Now and then the chaos subsided (as when the Dutch provinces declared their independence from the Spanish king in 1648 and the war was declared over), but soon enough a new wave of violence would wash over the land. In 1672, the so-called Rampjaar (Year of Catastrophe), little more than a generation after the end of the Eighty Years' War, another fury boiled up from the tranquil and impeccable streets of The Hague as crowds swept into the city center, hunted down the country's former leaders, and butchered them to pieces in the shadow of the same Kloosterkerk where Anna Carbentus would later celebrate her marriage.

But neither war nor these paroxysms of communal rage posed the greatest danger to the Carbentus family. Like many of his countrymen, Gerrit Carbentus lived his entire life on the edge of extinction by flood. It had been that way since the end of the Ice Age, when the lagoon at the mouth of the Rhine began to fill up with rich, silty soil that proved irresistible to the first settlers. Gradually, the settlers built dikes to keep the sea at bay and canals to drain the bogs behind the dikes. In the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries, when the invention of the windmill made it possible to drain vast areas, truly large-scale land reclamation began. Between 1590 and 1740, even as Dutch merchants conquered the world of commerce and established rich colonies in distant hemispheres, even as Dutch artists and scientists created a Golden Age to rival the Italian Renaissance, more than three hundred thousand acres were added to the Netherlands, increasing its arable landmass by almost a third.

But nothing stopped the sea. Despite a thousand years of stupendous effort-and in some cases because of it-floods remained as inevitable as death. With terrifying unpredictability, the waves would top the dikes or the dikes would crumble beneath the waves, or both, and the water would rush far inland across the flat countryside. Sometimes the sea would simply open up and take back the land. On a single night in 1530, twenty villages sank into the abyss, leaving only the tips of church spires and the carcasses of livestock visible on the surface of the water.

It was a precarious life, and Gerrit Carbentus, like all his countrymen, inherited an acute sense, a sailor's sense, of the imminence of disaster. Among the thousands who died in the battle with the sea in the last quarter of the seventeenth century was Gerrit Carbentus's uncle, who drowned in the River Lek. He joined Gerrit's father, mother, siblings, nieces, nephews, and first wife and her family, all of whom perished before Gerrit turned thirty.

Gerrit Carbentus had been born at the end of one cataclysmic upheaval; his grandson, also named Gerrit, arrived at the beginning of another. Starting in the middle of the eighteenth century, across the Continent, revolutionary demands for free elections, an expanded franchise, and the abolition of unfair taxes merged with the utopian spirit of the Enlightenment to create a force as unstoppable as war or wave.

It was only a matter of time before the revolutionary fervor hit the Carbentus family. When troops of the new French Republic entered Holland in 1795, they came as liberators. But they stayed as conquerors. Soldiers were billeted in every household (including the Carbentuses'); goods and capital (such as the family's gold and silver coins) were confiscated; trade withered; profits disappeared; businesses closed; prices soared. Gerrit Carbentus, a leatherworker and father of three, lost his livelihood. But worse was yet to come. On the morning of January 23, 1797, Gerrit left his house in The Hague for work in a nearby town. At seven that evening he was found lying on the side of the road to Rijswijk, robbed, beaten, and dying. By the time he was carried home, he was dead. His mother "insanely hugged the lifeless body and let a stream of tears flow over him," according to the Carbentus family chronicle, a clan diary kept by generations of chroniclers. "This was the end of our dear son, who was a miracle in his own right."

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The definitive biography for decades to come.”—Leo Jansen, curator, the Van Gogh Museum, and co-editor of Vincent van Gogh: The Complete Letters

“In their magisterial new biography, Van Gogh: The Life, Steven Naifeh and Gregory White Smith provide a guided tour through the personal world and work of that Dutch painter, shining a bright light on the evolution of his art. . . . What [the authors] capture so powerfully is Van Gogh’s extraordinary will to learn, to persevere against the odds.”Michiko Kakutani, The New York Times

“Captivating . . . Winners of the 1991 Pulitzer Prize for their biography of Jackson Pollock, [Naifeh and Smith] bring a booming authorial voice and boundless ingenuity to the task and have written a thoroughly engaging account of the Dutch painter. Drawing on Van Gogh’s almost uniquely rich correspondence . . . the authors vividly reconstruct the intertwined stories of his life and his art, portraying him as a ‘victim of his own fanatic heart.’ . . . Their fine book has the potential not only to reinvigorate the broad base of popular interest that Van Gogh already enjoys but to introduce a whole new generation to one of art history’s most remarkable creative spirits.”Jonathan Lopez, The Wall Street Journal

“Could very well be the definitive biography . . . In it we get a much fuller view of Van Gogh, owing to the decade Naifeh and Smith spent on research to create this scholarly and spellbinding work. . . . How pleased we should be that [these authors] have rendered so exquisitely and respectfully Van Gogh’s short, intense, and wholly interesting life.”—Roberta Silman, The Boston Globe
 
“This generation’s definitive portrait of the great Dutch post-Impressionist . . . [The authors’] most important achievement is to produce a reckoning with Van Gogh’s occasional ‘madness’ that doesn’t lose sight of the lucidity and intelligence—the profound sanity—of his art.”—Richard Lacayo, Time
 
Brilliant . . . Steven Naifeh and Gregory White Smith are the big-game hunters of modern art history. . . . [Van Gogh] rushes along on a tide of research. . . . At once a model of scholarship and an emotive, pacy chunk of hagiography.”—Martin Herbert, The Daily Telegraph (London)

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Van Gogh 4.1 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 40 reviews.
brushstrokes More than 1 year ago
At first the book started out a little dry and then suddenly became a page turner. I've been an admirer and inspired by van Gogh's work since I was six years old. Now I know, more than ever before, why van Gogh painted with such emotion and expression. We all know that van Gogh was a tortured soul but man the stuff he had to endure! Brutal. I loved reading the retelling of van Gogh's palette and methods for each of his paintings and of the places of which he painted. "Just the facts m'am" ---- "Van Gogh: The Life" clearly chronicles van Gogh's life from birth to end - backed by Solid Sources, Notes Appendix; Bibliography;Index; Gorgeous color plates and photos...my kind of book from cover to cover. Finally, posthumous biography I can believe. I have "Van Gogh's Letters" edited by Anne Suh and his last letter was not a suicide note. I'm so glad Naifeh and Smith followed through with their book. Thank you Mr. Naifeh and Mr. Smith for your extensive research and for "colorfully" and conclusively proving to me what I have felt all along - van Gogh DID NOT end his life. Vincent van Gogh's "Cold Case" is officially closed in my book by reading THIS BOOK.
erinrcline More than 1 year ago
A facinating look at the life of Van Gogh. Well written, interesting and deeply sad, The Life is a must read for anyone even vaguely interested in Van Gogh or the Impressionist movement. A must read.
RaylaWI More than 1 year ago
I'm speechless... This book is just amazing. I bought it out of curiosity of the man. And I finished it with a love for the man. The photos are just beyond beautiful, the information about this amazing beautiful man is so intriguing. I learned alot and I appreciate all his art so much more now knowing the truth of this man. He might of been considered insane, but he was a genius, a truly talented beautiful man who was never given the chance to shine. I am so glad I bought this book. You will be obsessive when it comes to reading this. I stayed up late reading this book because I just couldn't put it down. The length of the book is no issue when you first start reading it.
BigBob354 More than 1 year ago
The book is well written--a page turner. It is not only comprehensive, it is written with sensitivity. It reveals Vincent Van Gogh, the man, not merely the artist. It draws the reader into his inner psyche, his deep Christian roots, how he was in search of the "it" (the divine spark, the soul) within the subject of each of his paintings. I was surprised at what I learned -- in every chapter, and sometimes on every page. I cannot recommend this book enough.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A very thorough reference book. It is chock full of information. A great read!
drstong More than 1 year ago
A great read full of fascinating detail with a number of pages of beautiful color reproductions. It took me a bit to figure out exactly why I was having a problem getting through it: The paperback volume I read is large, sharp edged, very heavy, and very hard to handle. I couldn't read it anywhere but at a desk or table. Seriously. I was tempted to take a kitchen knife and split the thing into two volumes right at the beginning of The French Years - around page 494. I admit, this is a tedious and silly thing to add to a review, but my reading was seriously hampered. Maybe the publishers will decide to release this as two volumes in a slip case. I love physical books, but this one would have gone well on my iPad. The actual text? Incomparable.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Like the authors' biography of Jackson Pollack, this book is a thorough examination of the events in the subject's life. But also like the book on Pollack, this story of Van Gogh leaves out the aesthetic cause of the subject's art form. Great biographies on any artists should be repleat with the explanations of what make their art great and the resonance that their ideas carry through the world. Even still, this book is hard to put down, and the conclusions about the artist's death bring down the traditional "suicide of the tortured artist" myth around Van Gogh. The image of Van Gogh as a man who suffered for his art remains, and is presented in all of it's tragic detail.
cakecop on LibraryThing 8 months ago
Around 1984, I read the 3 volumes of Van Gogh's letters. Then, around 1986, I bought Jan Hulskers Complete Paintings of Van Gogh. I re-read the letters while following each letter with the painting that Vincent completed. This was a wonderful experience. I was very aware of the details of Vincent's life. However, Vincent's letters are mostly to his brother Theo and I felt that Vincent was showing his best most industrious side to his brother. Theo supported Vincent with money and courage. Vincent's letters also included some to Emile Bernard which showed another side of Vincent's personality.I knew there was more to Van Gogh than the letters.This biography, by Naifeh and Smith opens up Vincent's character. There are some very disappointing events in Vincent's life. He was troubled, vitriolic, and a misfit. I have read many artists biographies and I think Vincent lived the most sad and tragic life of any artist I have studied. Van Gogh: The Life is a miraculous accomplishment and I congratulate the authors on the enormous effort that was expended to complete this book.An art history classic.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The timing was perfect to read this. I'd just got back from a vacation in Amsterdam where I went to the Van Gogh Museum and got to experience his artwork up close and personal and it touched my heart, it was so poignant and I experienced the sadness he expressed. This book helped me to fully understand Van Gogh's everyday life, his interactions, the history of his culture, other cultures in Europe, events that happened during his lifetime. It was very detailed and I highly recommend this book.
HowardG2 More than 1 year ago
The most comprehensive life of read of this painter so far. Really detailed about his struggles with mental illness, his tumultuous relationship with his brother Theo, and his romances.
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KMWWI More than 1 year ago
My son is a 29 year old artist. I purchased this book as a Christmas gift for him. He couldn't stop reading it and commented that "it's awesome". I'm so pleased with his response and that B&N had exactly what my son mentioned that he wanted. Thanks B&N!
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An amazing and well-documented account of the tormented life of an artistic genius. It was difficult to put down.
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