This one had me at the title. I realized I didn’t know that much about either Bruneschelli or Ghiberti, and that seemed a problem for someone who wants to know as much about the Renaissance as possible. If a feud set much of early modern thought in motion, I wanted to know about it.
When I hear “feud” in that context, I think of something rooted in aesthetics or philosophy. I imagine two great minds at odds with each other, each championing a way of thinking about the world that gets sharpened in opposition to the other. We have that in Judaism with the famous showdown between Hillel and Shammai at the dawn of the rabbinic era, and it foreshadows the experience of ‘pilpul,’ of learning with another who can push you through perpetual challenge.
As I read this, though, the feud between men is much pettier than anything of that order. In fact, it’s often not a feud at all. The two men initially compete for a commission to create the chapel doors that we know today as “the gates of paradise” that Ghiberti managed. Later, they sort of compete for the commission to build the dome for the almost-completed Cathedral of Florence, which Bruneschelli masterfully completes.
But, otherwise, the two men seem to have worked, if not harmoniously, at least comfortably at the same time and in the same city.
They don’t seem to disagree about any major philosophy, or, if they do, Walker gets at it from too fuzzy a point. Instead, we get detail about their various estates, the children and apprentices they brought into their service, and their ambitions to be thought of as great artists.
I’m impressed at the erudition here. Walker clearly knows the material, and, when he sets out to describe what makes the doors or the dome so spectacular, he’s on.
But I have to say I’m disappointed at what is – and I use the word ironically here – the architecture of the book. As promising as it sounds, the ‘feud’ between the two men doesn’t provide the narrative balance I’d hope for.
Walker has my sympathy since I’ve sketched out histories that don’t fit in the conceit I’ve planned for them. I have learned some things from this one, but I don’t find in it the difference of opinion that might have ‘sparked’ so dramatic a change in the way we humans pursue our collective art.