Exhibitions, not a book

Not a Book: Seurat and the Sea

Happy Mothering Sunday everyone, and I have been doing some more high culture to report back on today, with one of the first of the big London art exhibitions of the year and one which is very much in my area of interest.

Georges Seurat’s most famous paintings are Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte and Bathers at Asnieres. I’ve never seen the first which is in Chicago, but the second lives at the National Gallery and I will go and look at it every time I visit. In Washington back in 2018, I went to the National Gallery of Art where they have a selection of his works and wandered around that. So it’s no surprise that I would be very excited to go and see the first dedicated exhibition of his seascapes which is on at the Courtauld at the moment.

The Courtauld says this “major, focused display is the first devoted to Seurat in the UK in almost 30 years” which I can believe – because I don’t remember another one, and I have had my eye open for one since I first saw Sunday in the Park with George in the summer of 2006. This exhibition has 26 paintings, oil sketches and drawings that Seurat made during a series of summers he spent on the northern French coast between 1885 and 1890 before his early death at the age of 31 in 1891.

I find it really hard to write about art but there is something about the light and movement in Seurat’s works that always gets to me – and these seascapes are really something. They are arranged chronologically so that you can see the his technique and style developing of the the years, as well as seeing some of the studies alongside the major works that they were preparatory for. They have a sense of stillness and calm, despite the fact that they are seascapes. I spent some time standing on the far side of the gallery staring at them from a distance when they look almost like photographs and the effect he was aiming for with the pure colour is at it’s most effective. But up close the detail is incredible too.

The Courtauld also has other Seurats, including studies for la Grande Jatte and others in its regular collection along with other works by the impressionists, so if you’re interested in this period in art, this is well worth the entry fee. This was one of those occasions where I bought myself the exhibition poster and am now spending a stupid amount of money on the frame for it. And I’ve added to my postcard collection too, only to discover that I’ve got a mix of landscape and portrait postcards so I still don’t have enough to fill my big postcard display frame! Anway, if you want to go and see this, do your planning now because there are already some dates that are sold out. It’s already been extended so instead of ending in April it now ends in May and they have added late night opening on Fridays to cope with the demand.

I leave you with some Sunday in the Park with George, from the Sondheim Prom to mark his 80th birthday back in 2010. I’m bracing myself for the bunfight that will be ticket sales for next summer’s revival with Jonathan Bailey and Ariana Grande. Pray for me – and my wallet!

book round-ups

Recommendsday: Mini Reviews from November

Another month of this super weird year is over. Just a few weeks now until we can kiss goodbye to 2020 and hopefully 2021 will be better. I mean 2020 has thrown everything at us, so surely there can’t be quite as much going on right? I mean I feel nervous just writing that, because this year has done such a number on everyone! Anyway, a few old friends in this month’s post and some new ideas too.

Vanderbeekers Lost and Found by Karina Yan Glaser

Cover of Vanderbeekers Lost and Found

I’ve written about this series before, but Karina Yan Glaser’s Vanderbeeker books continue to be a total delight. This fourth installment sees the gang helping Mr Biederman prepare to run in the New York marathon when they discover that someone is sleeping in the community garden’s shed. When they discover it is someone that they know (and love) they set about trying to fix the problem, in inimitable Vanderbeeker style. This installment also deals with grief and loss as one of the longer running storylines develops in a way that the grownups amongst us have seen coming, but does it in a very sensitive and caring way – as you’d expect – but which also provides a framework for younger readers who might (well almost certainly will) find themselves in a similar situation.

The Sentence is Death by Anthony Horowitz*

Cover of the Sentence is Death

So Anthony Horowitz has two very meta series going at the moment. The Moonflower Murders from the other series was a BotW back in August, and if anything this is maybe the weirder – with Horowitz himself featuring as the protagonist, writing a book about Hawthorne, an ex-cop turned private investigator and police consultant. The murder mystery is good, Hawthorne is intriguingly dislikeable and “Anthony” is a good narrator. Horowitz has made himself an endearingly stupid Watson to Hawthorne’s Holmes. I think on balance I prefer the Susan Ryeland series, with their book within a book structure, but these are a good read and I will happily read more of these, if/when they materialise.

Help Yourself by Curtis Sittenfeld

 Copy of Help Yourself

Curtis Sittenfeld is another author that I’ve written about here before and this is three more short stories from her. They look at racism and suburbia, a film crew running into trouble on a shoot in the Mid-West and a squabbling group of aspiring authors waiting to hear who has got the best scholarships on their MA programme. I think they’re all from angles that you wouldn’t quite expect and make you think as well as make you laugh. Would make a lovely stocking filler book for one of the readers in your life.

First World War Poets by Alan Judd and David Crane

Copy of First World War Poets

A slightly left-field choice for my last pick and another that would make a good stocking filler. I’m not really a poetry person, but the War Poets are the ones that i do like and where I can genuinely believe that the writers really did put in all those layers of meaning that teachers tell you about when you study them (like I did at A Level back in the day). This is a really lovelt little book from the National Portrait Gallery with short biographies of the key figures along with pictures of them from the NPG collection and one of their poems. I have another book from this series about the Bloomsbury Group that I’m looking forward to reading at some point when I’m slightly less behind on my various yearly reading challenges. The Portrait Gallery is my favourite of the London Galleries and as well as museums hing been shut for most of the year the NPG is now closed for refurbishment until 2023, so books like this and the virtual collection are the only way we’re going to be able to enjoy it for a while.

And that’s your lot for this month. If you’ve missed the previous posts, here are the mini-reviews for the rest of the year: October, September, August, July, June, May, April, March, February and January. And just in case you missed them, here are the Books of the Week from November: Love, Death and Cellos, Grumpy Jake, Someone to Romance and Boiled Over.

Happy Reading!

*an asterix next to a title means it came from NetGalley, in return for an honest review (however belated that might be) ** means it was an advance copy that came some other way