I thought this book was so interesting, well-written, and well-designed. It was a source for a paper I wrote on Dante Gabriel Rossetti and I was so captivated by Jane's story that I sat up and read this even though I was behind on the paper that was due the next morning. I really enjoyed it!
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Title and Author: Jane Morris: The Pre-Raphaelite Model of Beauty by Debra N. Mancoff Publishing Info: Published by Pomegranate Communications, Inc. in 2000. How I got this book: I checked it out from the library and later bought it on Amazon. Why I read this book: I used it as a reference for a paper I did for my 19th Century art history class during my final semester of college.
I think I’ve mentioned before, at least to my fellow bloggers, that I absolutely adore art history. I took every art history class my university offered, without being required to. Many of my peers thought I was insane. Being graphic design majors, we did projects and presentations—not research papers and lectures. I just love analyzing art from the past, though, and I do believe that in doing so, I further enriched my knowledge of design, production, color usage, symbolism, etc. So yes… lol. I was the graphic design student who was frequently found making flashcards with Photoshop instead of working on her projects.
So here’s the skinny. First, you need to know what the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood (I’ll refer to them as the PRB from here on out) was. The PRB believed that an artist, whether painter or writer, ought to be bent upon defining and expressing his own personal thoughts, and that they ought to be based upon a direct study of Nature, and harmonized with her manifestations. These artists rejected the pre-established ideas of beauty in contemporary Victorian society. They based beauty off of observation and expression instead of an idealized mask. In their quest to depict or copy Nature, they frequently sought out forms that were ugly and unpleasing to the eye. Instead of portraying a beautiful, idealized figure with an oval face and graceful features, they enjoyed portraying figures with oddly shaped heads, blemished and irregular faces, bulky ankles and knuckles, and abnormal skin tones that viewers were not used to seeing in art. In fact, many members of Victorian society saw these Pre-Raphaelite depictions of unidealized beauty as vulgar and unacceptable in the art world.
If you look through the pictures of Jane in this book, I’m sure you’d say to yourself something like this: “I thought these artists believed in depicting ugly things. Jane’s beautiful.” Well, today she would be considered beautiful, but in Victorian society beauty meant petite, blonde, fair, perfect. Essentially, it meant idealization. Jane was none of these. She was tall during a time when small stature was highly valued. The sharp angles of her face challenged conventional beauty. She ignored the latest fashion trends and dressed simply. Her pale complexion stood out against her dark, wavy hair, making her look exotic in contrast to the bland standards of Victorian beauty. She was a simple girl, born into a working-class Oxford family and had low expectations for her life. Other girls of her social standing either married within their class or became maids or servants. Shortly before she turned 18, though, she caught the attention of Dante Gabriel Rossetti, the founder of the PRB movement. He persuaded her to model for him and a few of his other artist friends, beginning the dramatic change of her life. Jane shaped Rossetti’s opinions on beauty and she became his new model of the “ideal”. He said, “Beauty like hers is genius.” She married PRB artist William Morris, but her heart belonged to Rossetti. His paintings of Jane show viewers the love he felt for her and even though she never left her husband, she gave her heart to Rossetti in return. His love for her turned into an obsession. When she grew very sick, he wrote to her and told her he could no longer hide the depth of his love. Eventually they went their separate ways, much to Rossetti’s dismay. His devotion had become desperate and demanding and his depression was weighing her down. They remained friends until his death, but he rarely saw her. Even so, he still found solace in painting her image and she was the subject of most of his paintings.
You’ll need to picture this with me in order to understand the level of love I had for this book. It was the last week of my last semester of college. I had just finished an art history paper and, as a result, was late beginning the next one—my last one ever. It was snowy and cold outside, with Christmas just around the corner. It was very late (the night before the paper was due), I had not really started, and everyone had been asleep for hours. Needless to say, I was NOT in the mood to do this. After hours of writing, I grabbed this book from the bottom of my stack of 25 library books in a last ditch effort to find something worth including in my paper. I became so enthralled in the story and the beautiful color images that I quit writing my paper. You really feel for both Jane and Rossetti. It’s kind of a forbidden love story, and who doesn’t enjoy reading one of those every once in a while? Rossetti publicly went after Jane, causing quite an uproar. She was loyal to him, not giving herself entirely to Rossetti, so he did not divorce her even though he knew of the feelings that were there. It’s also a bit of an Ugly Duckling story. Essentially, Jane went from nothing to everything. She went from being ugly and worthless to beautiful and famous. The more she showed up in paintings, the more the public adored her. Women started to dress like her. Men started to look for her beauty in the women they sought after. She became the new ideal, changing the minds of society as she lived out her life. What a powerful woman! You go, girl! This book covers the love, the art, the scandal, the history, the change in society, etc. It wasn’t just an art history book anymore. That’s why I loved it! Any book that keeps me doing homework even LONGER definitely deserves all the starts in the world! I loved this book and would recommend it to anyone interested in the history of beauty, art, Victorian England society, women’s studies, and forbidden love stories. (And it’s not even very long!) ;)
She was the daughter of an Oxford stable hand. Born of low class, her life radically changed when she attended a play with her sister and by chance met the two Pre-Raphaelite artists, Gabriel Dante Rossetti and William Morris.
She would marry William Morris, whose famous tapestries, wallpaper prints, stained glass and textile designs became the standard of beauty.
She became the muse of Rossetti, and his enchantment with her lasted until the end of his life. She is forever captured in his art and her image remains the hallmark by which Pre-Raphaelite women were depicted.
Deemed a sign of ill breading, her severe features, elongated neck, crisp, crinkled, dark hair, heavy eye brows, pale skin and sunken eyes did not conform to the standard of Victorian beauty.
Her plain, loose fitting, unadorned dresses, free of corsets, defied the tradition of heavily ornamented costumes of the day.
Unable to possess the married Jane in life, Rossetti obsessively held her captive on the canvas where his compulsion manifested itself in the Pre-Raphaelite vision of adherence to nature, romantic legend and mythology. Drawing the observer into the luxurious canvases where art becomes life, those who met Jane Morris were stunned by her unique beauty so accurately portrayed by Rossetti.
While life with William Morris provided financial security for Jane, for both, it appeared to be an unromantic unison. Quiet, introspective Jane was vastly different to Morris' eccentric bombastic temperament.
Morris discretely looked the other way and knew, but did not protest, to Jane's relationship with Rossetti. Rossetti and Jane developed a strong bond, and years later, when because of Rossetti's increasing dependance on chloral and alcohol, Jane broke away, they continued to connect via written communication.
Spiraling into the steep slope of madness, Rossetti became volatile and unpredictable.
On his deathbed, he left word that Jane could take whatever she wanted of his possessions. She did not attend his funeral and simply took letters and jewelry worn during the painting sessions.
Her stunning beauty shines through the canvas and continues to haunt.