I love art. If someone wanted to pay me, I would go back to school and get a Masters in Art History for fun. Apparently there aren’t many people out there who would like to pay me to read and write more. I haven’t given up hope though! Until then, when an interesting topic related to my love of art crosses my path, I find it hard to resist.
Nazi planes were bombing Paris the day a lifelong, more personal war began for Pierre. It was the day he lost his identity.
Born into a famous family, Pierre Matisse grew up immersed in the art world of Paris and the French Riviera, spending time with some of the most famous artists of the twentieth century. The man he knew as his grandfather, legendary artist Henri Matisse, encouraged Pierre from a young age, creating a strong desire in him to become a great artist in his own right.
Being a Matisse was an important part of young Pierre’s identity. So he was crushed and bewildered when, at the outbreak of WWII, that identity was suddenly snatched from him with no explanation.
So began Pierre’s lifelong search to solve the mystery of who he really was, a quest that forms the intriguing backdrop to this memoir of a fascinating and adventurous life on three continents. Spanning the insider art world of 1930s Paris, the battles of WWII, the occupation of France by the Nazis, Pierre’s involvement with the French resistance, his post-war work restoring art and historical monuments, and his eventual decision to create a new life in North America, The Missing Matisse is a story of intrigue, faith, and drama as Pierre journeys to discover the truth―before it’s too late.
I’ll start with this: The story itself is fascinating and the details of Matisse’s life are intriguing, interesting and quite the ride. His stories definitely do not lack appeal.
What threw me off was the style and voice. It didn’t seem to fit Matisse. Plus a memoir written all in present tense doesn’t work well for me. But I will say again, his life story is definitely a fascinating tale.
Do you have a favorite artist?
(Thank you to Tyndale for a copy of the book. All views expressed are my own.)