This book was a delightful surprise! I am neither artist nor historian, and yet I found this account of this talented, troubled and trapped American artist to be fascinating. I loved Dr. Evans' intelligent and fluid writing style, his in-depth reporting of the artist's life and circumstances, and the eye-opening analyses of his art. On a logistic level, I appreciated the placement of the images under discussion that allowed for easy, repeated reference and the beautiful color plates that brought the most important works alive. More importantly, I appreciated the story of an artist trapped between who he was and the culture in which he lived. The understanding of the cultural trends of the time and the acceptable bigotry, (if you'll forgive me) paints a picture of someone forced - especially as his fame grew - to hide who he was, in particular, his homosexuality. The story of Grant Wood demonstrates how a culture can contort a celebrity into whatever it wants him to be (patriot! masculine! stoic!). The fact that during his life and for decades after his death, the story of Grant Wood's homosexuality has not been addressed and to this day is denied, is a reflection of our own deep discomfort with revealing our authenticity for fear of rejection. And yet, as the author takes us through the symbolics of Wood's paintings, we see how the expression of the true self cannot be hidden. Dr. Evans' detailed and fascinating readings of Wood's work were insightful, surprising and sometimes incredible (old lady's necklace as cock ring? really?) looks into the deeper workings of the artist's psyche. And yet, the author addresses my concern by admitting that some interpretations "elicit, no doubt, both alarm and disbelief." He goes on to say in reference to his reading of Parson Weems' Fable:
Surely the interpretation goes too far -- destroying the innocence of the artist's intentions,
and perverting the blameless devotion of a loving son. In defending this reading, however -- and
indeed, those that precede it in this book -- I would argue that such a reaction only highlights
our conscious resistance to the psyche's raw and anarchic operations. My readings attempt to
record what I perceive in Wood's mind's eye -- a process fraught, certainly, with great difficulty.
Not only will we never know the full extent of the artist's unconscious motivations, but as
author and reader we inevitably bring our own psychological histories and perspectives to these
images. The potential yield in the case of Wood's work, however, is simply too valuable to leave
these images unmined. Our tools may be coarse or impaired, but the work can and should be done.
(pp 277-278)
I am neither artist nor historian, and this book underscored the power of art to help us understand the person who created it, the culture in which it was born and in fact, ourselves. For who of us has never hidden a part of us for fear of rejection only to have it emerge unbidden?