Early on Gauguin recounts his own version of living with Van Gogh in Arles, including the now-infamous ear incident and its aftermath. Gauguin's refrain throughout is "This is not a book." It's a collection of memories, thoughts about life, and odd shocking stories.
Hugin victis series#
Hint hint.Īfter finishing Van Gogh's Letters, I cast around for another art book to read and lit upon a little volume called The Intimate Journals of Paul Gauguin - translated by Van Wyck Brooks - a volume in the lovely little Traveller's Library series (Heinemann 1931) - and tore through it last night in two hours. She could use a few friendly and welcoming comments - her very first blog post is up right now. If anyone wants to shimmy on over there and keep her company, please do so. In other news, good news, BIG NEWS, my lovely and talented sister Kate just started a blog. John La Farge will have to wait a litte longer for my attention. And she was coming to Bangor anyway so she dropped it off. Another book note: my friend Vicky brought me the third Anne Truitt book yesterday, after reading that I needed (wanted) a copy - she had just priced one to put out on her shelves. Van Wyck Brooks must have loved that, when he came across it, while translating. For my part, it seems to me if I consulted history I should do one stupid thing after another." (p.179) "I regard the historians as very honest fellows, but how embarrassed they must be when they have to pick and choose out of all that heap. Speaking of reading (as if I ever do anything else), one more note from Gauguin's Journals: I do see at the very end there's a nice errata section - that could add another day to my reading. As the end draws near I find I don't want to finish the book. The entries for Xanthus (one of Achilles' horses) and Xerxes are good, too. Her bad temper shown toward her husband has rendered her name proverbial for a conjugal scold.
The choice from The Reader's Encyclopedia, today, is necessarily short. And I am in a hurry for what? I know not. But here I seem to have willed away an entire month.
Hugin victis full#
In fact the days usually seem so rich and full that I want time to move more slowly. It occurred to me yesterday that I have rarely in my life wanted time to pass quickly, or wanted to do anything to speed the passing of the days. Now that it's almost over, I can't believe I thought I had to "get through" January.
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