Amedeo Modigliani — his first name means “beloved of God” — became known soon after his death as le maudit — the cursed one. An Italian painter who lived in Paris just before and after World War I, Modigliani worked alongside such modernist greats as Picasso, Braque, Derain and Brancusi but was never quite considered their equal. Since his death at 35 of tubercular meningitis, he has assumed a mythic stature — but not for his art. Rather, he is known in the popular imagination as a drunken, drug-addicted, womanizing exhibitionist whose long-suffering companion, Jeanne Hebuterne, threw herself out a window within days of his death when she was eight months pregnant with their second child.
| Book review |
| ‘Modigliani: A Life’ |
| Author: Meryle Secrest |
| Publisher: Knopf |
| Price: $35 |
| Pages: 416 |
Now Meryle Secrest, a noted author who has written biographies of Salvador Dali, Frank Lloyd Wright, Stephen Sondheim and others, has taken on the conventional wisdom and delivered a sympathetic reassessment of Modigliani’s short, tragic life and his place in the development of 20th-century modern art.
Secrest acknowledges that Modigliani did indeed abuse drugs and alcohol in the years before his 1920 death, but she argues that he was, in effect, medicating himself to soothe a severe cough and mask other symptoms of tuberculosis, which he was diagnosed with as a teenager. She notes that tuberculosis was as much a death sentence then as AIDS was not so long ago, and that Modigliani’s circle of artists, art dealers and collectors would have shunned him had they known the truth about his condition.
Secrest appears to have two goals in mind with this book: First, to correct the numerous inaccurate accounts of Modigliani’s life that sprang up after his death, and second, to establish that while not as great a talent as Picasso — then again, who was? — he was a bona fide artistic genius.
Although Secrest doesn’t stint on the lurid details of Modigliani’s bohemian life, she argues persuasively that he was a true visionary who deserves more respect than he has gotten from art historians. – AP
