Neoclassicism’s most prominent exponent in Prussia, Karl Friedrich Schinkel is revered today for his reshaping of Berlin as Prussia’s capital, and for catalyzing the Greek Revival in Germany. Most of Berlin’s most famous Neoclassical structures are his doing--the Neue Wache, the Schauspielhaus, the Gendarmenmarkt and the Altes Museum, for example. His Bauakademie of 1836 is even considered by many to foreshadow the austerity and clean lines of German Modernist architecture. But Schinkel is equally revered for his legacy of architectural drawing and unbuilt works, gathered (from the Schinkel archives) herein, making this book the definitive Schinkel primer.
The quality of the art collection at the art institute is as good as it gets here in the states. The book contains everybody from Grant Wood to Picasso to Degas to Rodin and on and on.
And the writing is also terrific. There are writers you recognize immediately like Joyce Carol Oates and John Updike and writers you don't necessarily recognize but are glad you've met at last.
Right now the book is selling for a couple bucks, and it's a bargain you'll not see again in this lifetime.
This a beautiful book, with around fifty paintings from the Art Institute of Chicago. Chicago is a hundred miles from here, but it's an easy train ride, so I visit the Art Institute two or three times a year. Familiarity with the paintings makes the book seem like a new look at old friends. In it authors including Saul Bellow, Delmore Schwartz, Francine Prose, Rita Dove, Willa Cather and Stanley Kunitz write essays, stories, poems about the the artworks - including Matisse's Woman Before an Aquarium. This book should appeal to both fans of art and of literature.
There are many reasons to love this book: for the range of literary pieces, for beautiful reproductions, for Edward Hirsch's elegant introduction. I discovered Ivan Albright's art. A painter, on his death bed he wrote:
Things most important to me are lost And in their place rises colossal terror and fear and nights of eternal length Bring uncalled for colors and sounds And mirrors appear that were not there before and half alive They slip about the room waist high
This is the quiet harrowing truth that I understand.