So we know Henry James. The painting by John Singer Sargent from the year 1913 (1915) now hangs in the National Portrait Gallery London. Henry James has always loved all large and luscious rotundity, by Which you may see how a thing is true , he wrote to Rhoda Broughton (the niece of Sheridan Le Fanu). Obesity is now a status symbol. It is a proud pose in which he can paint himself. This could also be the image of a robber baron be the Gilded Age. It's actually a very conventional image of John Singer Sargent. It has none of these expressive quirkiness of his two portraits of Robert Louis Stevenson .
Sargent did not paint the picture he had before his Studio in London doing so for years closed to the public. They portray the rich and famous in the world, with whom he was so successful was disgusted at him slowly. He had now become a landscape painter. (If what was then very much money. The single donation exceeding five pounds not), but this order came from Henry James' friends in England, 269 had gathered for the £ 500 for the gift of the seventieth birthday. And Henry James, he knew all his life. He had always been playing as his great patron, since he had met him in 1884: me The only Franco-American product of importance here as strikes young John Sargent, the painter, who has high talent, a charming nature, artistic and personal , and his civilized to his finger-tips. He is perhaps spoilable - though I do not think he is spoiled. But I hope not, for I like him extremely .
Henry James wanted when he heard of it, deny the whole plan with the picture first, but then added. Prevents But he has a plan by Edith Wharton, among the American friends (and there it went to much higher donations, with at least $ 500) to gather for an automobile. What should he with a car? Edith Wharton can drive a car (they drove by car through France), Henry James does not. Edith Wharton, Henry James has often drove around England. In her autobiography, A Backward Glance she maintains an episode that the verbosity des Schriftstellers sehr schön illustriert:
The most absurd of these episodes occurred on another rainy evening when James and I chanced to arrive at Windsor long after dark. […] While I was hesitating and peering out into the darkness James spied an ancient doddering man who had stopped in the rain to gaze at us. ‘Wait a moment, my dear—I’ll ask him where we are’; and leaning out he signalled to the spectator.
‘My good man, if you’ll be good enough to come here, please; a little nearer—so,’ and as the old man came up: ‘My friend, to put it to you in two words, this lady and I have just arrived here from Slough; that is to say, to be more strictly accurate, we have recently passed through Slough on our way here, having actually motored to Windsor from Rye, which was our point of departure; and the darkness having overtaken us, we should be much obliged if you would tell us where we now are in relation, say, to the High Street, which, as you of course know, leads to the Castle, after leaving on the left hand the turn down to the railway station.’
I was not surprised to have this extraordinary appeal met by silence, and a dazed expression on the old wrinkled face at the window; nor to have James go on: ‘In short’ (his invariable prelude to a fresh series of explanatory ramifications), ‘in short, my good man, what I want to put to you in a word is this: supposing we have already (as I have reason to think we have) driven past the turn down to the railway station (which in that case, by the way, would probably not have been on our left hand, but on our right) where are we now in relation to…’
‘Oh, please,’ I interrupted, feeling myself utterly unable to sit through another parenthesis, ‘do ask him where the King’s Road is.’
‘Ah—? The King’s Road? Just so! Quite right! Can you, as a matter of fact, my good man, tell us where, in relation to our present position, the King's Road exactly is? "
'Ye're in it, "said the aged face at the window .
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As much as Sargent at the beginning of the friendship Henry James' feels flattered that his protégé, and at any public discussion (for example, when the image of Madame X ) defended him so much of the old alls goes over the years on my nerves. Well, Henry James his way into the English high society had paved, and his article in Harper's Magazine was conducive to career, but Sargent wants but that the behavior of Gluck James finally stops. Henry James feels called to the actions taken by Sargent painted people before meetings advice. Sun Mrs Mahlon Sands (above), he wrote: Cultivate indifference ... be as difficult for him as possible, and the more difficult you are the more the artist will be condemned to worry over you, repainting, revolutionizing, till he, in a rage of ambition and admiration arrives at the thing . you stick to this advice, and what Henry James recommends here, women can indeed good. And John Singer Sargent thinks that is just going on with this chick?
Henry James wanted when he heard of it, deny the whole plan with the picture first, but then added. Prevents But he has a plan by Edith Wharton, among the American friends (and there it went to much higher donations, with at least $ 500) to gather for an automobile. What should he with a car? Edith Wharton can drive a car (they drove by car through France), Henry James does not. Edith Wharton, Henry James has often drove around England. In her autobiography, A Backward Glance she maintains an episode that the verbosity des Schriftstellers sehr schön illustriert:
The most absurd of these episodes occurred on another rainy evening when James and I chanced to arrive at Windsor long after dark. […] While I was hesitating and peering out into the darkness James spied an ancient doddering man who had stopped in the rain to gaze at us. ‘Wait a moment, my dear—I’ll ask him where we are’; and leaning out he signalled to the spectator.
‘My good man, if you’ll be good enough to come here, please; a little nearer—so,’ and as the old man came up: ‘My friend, to put it to you in two words, this lady and I have just arrived here from Slough; that is to say, to be more strictly accurate, we have recently passed through Slough on our way here, having actually motored to Windsor from Rye, which was our point of departure; and the darkness having overtaken us, we should be much obliged if you would tell us where we now are in relation, say, to the High Street, which, as you of course know, leads to the Castle, after leaving on the left hand the turn down to the railway station.’
I was not surprised to have this extraordinary appeal met by silence, and a dazed expression on the old wrinkled face at the window; nor to have James go on: ‘In short’ (his invariable prelude to a fresh series of explanatory ramifications), ‘in short, my good man, what I want to put to you in a word is this: supposing we have already (as I have reason to think we have) driven past the turn down to the railway station (which in that case, by the way, would probably not have been on our left hand, but on our right) where are we now in relation to…’
‘Oh, please,’ I interrupted, feeling myself utterly unable to sit through another parenthesis, ‘do ask him where the King’s Road is.’
‘Ah—? The King’s Road? Just so! Quite right! Can you, as a matter of fact, my good man, tell us where, in relation to our present position, the King's Road exactly is? "
'Ye're in it, "said the aged face at the window .
Sargent has a second condition: Henry James must bring to each meeting a companion it can have a conversation with James. For example, Sargent can concentrate on painting and needs no comments about the nature of the work of Henry James to hear. So something like It is art that makes life, makes interest, makes importance ... and I know of no substitute whatever for the force and beauty of its process . Henry James is not far to Sargent's studio in Tite Street in Chelsea, he has just moved into the Carlyle Mansions. They are now almost neighbors.
The charcoal drawing (above) Sargent had made the year before by Henry James, he was not happy with it (one wonders why not?). This painting should be and had to be better. In his diaries Henry James was not recorded on the origin of the image. Here you will find only the name of the painter and time. On Tuesday, the 24th June 1913 stands: last sat to Sargent for time . The 269 well-wishers to get a photograph of the image, which was signed by Sargent and James and it may see the end of the year in a private exhibition. Henry James is the three days in December, at which the image is shown to be present at the Tite Street . Of course, Sargent has kept his old club, although it is now really no longer needed for portraits. It has previously been the studio of Whistler
The charcoal drawing (above) Sargent had made the year before by Henry James, he was not happy with it (one wonders why not?). This painting should be and had to be better. In his diaries Henry James was not recorded on the origin of the image. Here you will find only the name of the painter and time. On Tuesday, the 24th June 1913 stands: last sat to Sargent for time . The 269 well-wishers to get a photograph of the image, which was signed by Sargent and James and it may see the end of the year in a private exhibition. Henry James is the three days in December, at which the image is shown to be present at the Tite Street . Of course, Sargent has kept his old club, although it is now really no longer needed for portraits. It has previously been the studio of Whistler
If the Image is presented to a wider public, it is directly the subject of a scandal. Shall report the New York Times on 5 May 1914: LONDON, May 4th - One of THE NEW YORK TIMES'S correspondents chanced to be in Gallery No. 3 of Burlington House at 1:15 PM to-day when, an elderly militant suffragette slashed with a hatchet the presentation portrait of Henry James, by John S. Sargent, RA, the celebrated American painter, Which Was acknowledged on all hands to be the greatest picture of this year's exhibition of the Royal Academy . Militant suffragettes're in this time the plague. One wonders whether the Hannah Duston of the year 1697, the Leslie Fiedler the Great WASP [White Anglo-Saxon Protestant] Mother of Us All called, has again risen . The lady gives her name to Mary Wood, but in fact it is probably Mary Aldham (on the photo above left). The report of the London Times you can read here ☞ . John Singer Sargent will repair the screen and the traces of cleaver little paint over (the reason I mentioned two dates, 1913 and 1915, named for the portrait).
between the portrait of La Farge and the portrait by Sargent is a half-century, is a writer all his life. And what a work! Novels (very long novels), short stories, letters, diaries, literary criticism. When I was as young as Henry James in the painting by La Farge, I had a difficult Henry James phase, I read almost all of it. At that time I had not yet Fritz Güttinger wonderful essay daisies in silver vases (in the band A stable full of hobbies ) read, which states: For the few who read Henry James, he is the subject of a cult, to mental self-torture borders and absolutely incomprehensible . And even more pointedly: Henry James has decided what is called in English an acquired taste, something that every first reacts with revulsion to it after a long and persistent self-control finally found consumption (examples: modern music, spinach, spring up) .
When we watch him on the portrait by Sargent again in the eyes (and remember the association with the spinach - but we will never be able to!) Who he really is? Somehow it seems to me blase always easy and superficial to be. Estimating distances. my younger and shallower and Vain brother is already in the Academy is William James wrote in his letter in which he rejected membership of the American Academy of Arts and Letters. Even if he says mockingly ironic, something like this to hang. I have never forgotten this phrase, and I read the shallow and vain always into the face of Henry James.
My Hard Henry James phase is long gone. I know I would read his long novels a second time, because it would be worth more, Proust's Recherche read a third time. I can not read Henry James. I mean, literally, my brain gets about half-way through a tortuous sentence, and says 'stop wasting my time with this'. It's not perfect prose, I think he tries to express too much and his ability to communicate buckles under the strain writes one commentator called dellamirandola in a blog of Guardian. Maybe he (or she) law. From Henry James' contemporaries I Thomas Hardy and Joseph Conrad read again and again, not James.
And that's why I'm probably the wrong thing, to give Lesetips. I can however point to a good Henry James web page (and on a beautiful John Singer Sargent Virtual Gallery ). The Turn of the Screw , Daisy Miller and Portrait of a Lady must have read it anyway. But I liked at that time also The Aspern Papers and The Spoils of Poynton . If you get going again, related to Henry James well, people will decide to mental self-torture to read the next and the next volume. For safe for the addictive behavior of the reader is the quatrain, the added John Bayley once listed somewhere:
My Hard Henry James phase is long gone. I know I would read his long novels a second time, because it would be worth more, Proust's Recherche read a third time. I can not read Henry James. I mean, literally, my brain gets about half-way through a tortuous sentence, and says 'stop wasting my time with this'. It's not perfect prose, I think he tries to express too much and his ability to communicate buckles under the strain writes one commentator called dellamirandola in a blog of Guardian. Maybe he (or she) law. From Henry James' contemporaries I Thomas Hardy and Joseph Conrad read again and again, not James.
In Heaven there'll be no algebra,
No learning dates or names,
But only playing golden harps
And reading Henry James.
Henry James died today 95 years ago.
Henry James died today 95 years ago.
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