the sun vinlunch in late april. Some have been in Florence, wonderful, and tells us about the museum in Vinci. You will be at the Leonardo: scattered anecdotes drawn from guidebooks and the halvglömda courses in art history. He painted only fifteen paintings, or was it twenty-one? The script, with his left hand, all the princes, he turned the Arno race, or built, in any case, a lock. Or was none of the inventions realized, but probably he was brilliant, it was he.
the Border between lunchsamtalet and to read Leonardo da Vinci-biography ”the Sun sees no shadow” by Peter Glass, is liquid. The author tells us in the same way: fragmentary, speculative, sometimes, colloquial. A non-fiction book, it may not be, but a tankebok with författarrösten clear in the text: ”I will come back to her”, he writes about a model, and maybe he returns to her later, maybe not, regardless, there is nothing the reader attaches to the.
As a a call where the glasses emptied: sometimes it works, sometimes it works, sometimes you lose entirely the thread and starts to follow the first bumblebee with the eyes.
infallsrik, open to interpretation, informal and driven by the author's strong interest in the subject. The worst is the too fast-paced, long-winded and a little too in love with his subject. Idolatry is a sport best engage in in solitude. And here is Leonardo, really, as in his drawing of the anatomiske man, the picture, the absolute center of the universe, and a well proportioned and wise – but not boring! – center of the universe.
It makes the text weaker, for those who don't want to stare so deep in the eyes of the konstnärsmyten, but who also wish a little more of the context that enabled him.
As an example: the chapter on Leonardo's mother, Caterina. It is found that she had an illegitimate child. That the child was brought up by grandparents. She was married to a man who went under the name of Bråkstaken. Had five additional children with him. She, according to one theory, ”the most likely hypothesis”, came as a slave from the Middle east.
Married with Bråkstaken? There is a photo of her house, a note of how much change she got from her son. You want to – I want to – know more. But the author slips further, via Astrid Deer and the bridge in the background of the Mona Lisa, through the fingerprints and homosexuality, to the ... yes. Caterina became ill. She died. New chapter.
if you Want to become frustrated, there are plenty of chances to get frustrated. Would you let the, what it seems like, savvy voice to purr on, you can make it, let themselves be entertained. Don't hold so desperately hard in the threads of the facts, but only, as you do, remain seated and listen.
If nothing else, you will be able to pick many grains to future lunches. Did you know for example that Vincenzo Perugia, who stole the Mona Lisa from the Louvre museum, stored the painting in a trunk with old shoes and ylleunderkläder? Or that Freud psykoanalyserat Leonardo? Or to Freud's analysis of Leonardo to some extent based on an unlucky pole down in addition mistranslation of the birds happy and the vulture?