When i was in 6th grade at my magnet middle school for art, my art teacher gave us a "tribute chair" assignment. We had to construct a chair out of cardboard, stiff paper, tape, & glue, & dedicate it to either Vincent van Gogh or Marc Chagall. The chair had to look like the style of our chosen artist overall. We built our chairs, then covered them in paper-mache, painted them in a base coat, then ultimately painted on them scenes such as our artist might have painted, in as close to their style as we could come.
I chose Chagall, partly because i thought van Gogh's mark would be too hard to replicate, & partly because i was taken by the element of fantasy in Chagall's work. Being 6th graders, we weren't given extensive biographies of our artists. For years, the most i would have been able to tell anyone of Chagall was that he was Jewish (hence the cow and rooster wearing yarmulkes that i painted on my chair), even though i was able to use some of his best known themes in the assignment.
So when i saw Jackie Wullschlager's huge biography in the library, i grabbed it. Chagall had always been an anomaly for me, familiar yet unknown, based solely off of that 6th grade assignment. And in learning about Chagall's life, his art, & what was going on around him on a larger scale during his life, Wullschlager definitely delivers. Where once i hadn't even remembered Chagall's homeland, i now know the name of his hometown, what its community was like, & all the other cities Chagall would live in throughout his life-- as well as the pull he felt both towards the memory of his hometown & the desire to assimilate into the new cultures in which he found himself.
Of course, as always, when learning about figures whom one may have some sort of attachment to, one always has to be ready to learn the less flattering facts of the lives of those figures. Which is a long way of saying that Wullschlager doesn't flinch at showing that Chagall also had his less wonderful side. She doesn't smooth over the fact that he could be controlling & needy & given to outbursts. His dependency on his mother ultimately transferred onto the other women in his life, especially his first wife Bella. He also had no qualms about playing to certain audiences in an attempt to get them to like him more. For example, when writing about his life, he would give the retelling a certain tilt that would make it more palatable to the USSR, as at the time, he was trying to get himself allowed to visit Moscow to see old works of his. Wullschlager is admirable in the way she handles these & other aspects of Chagall's life. She doesn't judge, she merely tells the reader what occurred, & oftentimes sets it in historical context, which allows you to see the bigger picture. In the context of mid 20th century Europe, therefore, at least some of Chagall's actions become much more clear.
Ultimately, it is a reminder that no one is perfect, that we can't put anyone up on a pedestal & expect them to live up to our expectations. I can feel dismay at how Chagall acted at points in his life, & irritation at his more childish moments & tendencies, but he was only human. And on the whole, it all fed into his famous art, as in turns it was fueled by memories of his hometown, Vitebsk, his love & dependence on Bella, his desire to become a French artist, the impending wars, his exile from Russia, his other romantic relationships, & all the rocky bits in between. Wullschlager sets out to create as truthful a self-portrait of Chagall as she can, unhindered by opinion or judgment, & she succeeds.
Technically, there were some bits that were a little irritating. Wullschlager seems prone to writing in very long run-on sentences, oftentimes using several semicolons (if not other punctuation marks) to break them up. Many of these breaks could have easily been new sentences on their own, which would have been much easier to read. The run-on sentences feel breathless, like someone talking too fast & letting their words all run together.
Wullschlager also tends to list things without using the word "and" before the final article. Instead, she simply separates them all with commas, & then ends the sentence. It reads very abruptly, & while it may work well in some prose, in this biography it felt very awkward. That, however, may be a more specific personal critique on my part, as opposed to a technical one.
On the whole, Jackie Wullschlager's biography of Chagall is full of information &, with the exception of the above technical points, written in a very clear manner. Though it's a very thick book, the reading doesn't feel like drudgery, & i would have read it even more quickly than i did if i hadn't had other obligations. For anyone who has an interest in art history & learning about the life of Marc Chagall, this is basically the book to read. You will come away with a better understanding of not only Chagall himself, but his artwork as well.
For myself, i can no longer view Chagall as some nostalgic, sanitized, always-happy-fanciful artist of my memory. And of course, what artist ever is easy, simple, & uncomplicated in their life? However, it would seem that i somewhat underestimated my younger self. Taking a closer look at my tribute chair just after i'd finished the book, i was surprised to see just how much of Chagall's iconography, motifs, & colors i was able to echo. There is a floating horse, there are angels, there is a half-moon-half-clock, & there's even a violin standing upright next to its bow under a blue sky.