A beautiful book, which is no more than one would expect from Rizzoli, with a fine essay on Sargent's life, career and influences. But in a book like this what matters most are the illustrations and those in this book are superb. In an age where so much is available online it is worth remarking that the difference between a reproduction of paintings on a computer screen and in a fine quality photographs in books like this is almost as absolute as that between the finest reproduction and an original. Welcome as the availability of so much online is it is also astonishing to see the difference that sitting with a superb collection of images, such as this book, makes to one's appreciation of a work of art. Looking at a computer image may not be quite like viewing a work through 'a glass darkly' but it is viewing a flat and lifeless image. Looking at the images in this book is as close to the visceral reaction of astonishment one gets when looking at an original.
The essay about Sargent is perfectly good but, to be honest in my opinion what Sargent needs is not a biography by an academic, but a work of imaginative fiction like the novel 'The Master' by Colm Toibin about the equally the equally illusive Henry James. Lacking that we can only go back again and again to Sargent's work, which like that Henry James, tells us the most important things about him. I think it is no coincidence that the greatest 19th century American writer, Henry James, and the greatest American painter John Singer Sargent should have been both friends and admirers of each others work, but unknowable because there is so little real information about their inner and/or personal lives.
When you look at Sargent's many portraits of women you see the women that Henry James wrote about. These are not simply clothes horses or the vapid arm candy of powerful men. They are personalities of great force and perhaps it took the genius of men of no conventional power to see and represent it. I could start naming individual portraits that support my thesis but that would only tempt you to view the image on line. You must see them, or at least a decent reproduction in a book like this, to understand what I mean. So many of the finest of Sargent's portraits are in great public collections but that doesn't mean they are readily accessible. I may get to the Metropolitan in New York but I will never now enter the Carnagie Museum, Pittsburg ('Homer Saint-Gaudens and his Mother'); the Hammer Museum, Los Angeles ('Dr. Pozzi at Home'); or the Des Moines Art Centre, Des Moines ('Portraits of Edouard and Marie-Louise Pailleron'). I doubt if I will even revisit Belenheim Palace, which is in the UK, to see the remarkable portrait of the 9th duke of Marlborough, his wife Consuello and their sons.
In the end I couldn't resist quoting examples but I stopped at four because once started it becomes ever harder to start.
The essay on Sargent is frank in its exploration of his sexuality but the truth is we can't know or at least not with the sense of suriety that a proper biography demands. But when I look at works such as his 'Nude Study of Thomas E. McKeller' I see an artist exploring and representing the beauty he loves. No one looks at the nude or partially clothed women of Rubens, Rembrant or even Kneller fails to see a deeply eroticised love for the female figure. I would say the same of Sargent, what he loved (but I can't say if his love was ever physically expressed) is there in what he painted. Perhaps most powerfully in the water colours he did of off-duty WWI soldiers bathing and resting naked on a river bank. Those tender sketches are a powerful cri de cœur about the fragility of men against the monstrosity of war and it is no surprise that the man who painted those also painted the overwhelming 'Gassed', one of the most powerful images against war that ranks with 'All Quiet on the Western Front' as one of the finest post WWI indictments of war as to horrible to be allowed to happen again.
A beautiful collection of Sargent's finest works and and a fitting introduction to a great artist.