Monday 26 September 2016

Art Review: Impressionism: American Gardens on Canvas, New York Botanical Garden, New York

As summer turns to Fall in New York City, the Secret Victorianist ventured up to the Bronx to New York’s Botanical Gardens for an exhibition centred on late nineteenth- and early twentieth-century American Impressionists and the importance of gardens and parks to their work.

Landscape: Shinnecock, Long Island, William Merritt Chase (c.1896)
The art component of the exhibition featured paintings by artists including Frederick Childe Hassam (1859-1935), John Singer Sargent (1856-1925), William Merritt Chase (1849-1916) and John Henry Twachtman (1853-1902) — rich, colourful canvases depicting scenes like private gardens (e.g. one belonging to writer Celia Thaxter (1835-1894)), the Horticulture Building at Chicago’s World’s Columbian Exhibition in 1893 and New York’s public parks.

Wildflowers, John Henry Twachtman (1891)
The Gardens’ Enid A. Haupt Conservatory was transformed into a complimentary living Impressionist garden, featuring plants favoured in the era, which saw a return to a more natural, ‘old-fashioned’ style of landscape design rather than more structured, formal gardens. You can sit in a rocking chair and enjoy the view, framed by the struts of a New England style porch.

Descending the Steps, Central Park, Frederick Childe Hassam (1895)
A common theme in the paintings seemed to be a high level of sympathy between the gardens and their inhabitants, whether hardworking gardeners crouched low to the ground, or dawdling strollers taking in the vista, their backs to the artist. Many were painted at artists’ colonies, where this kind of communion between men and nature was the goal, and it’s hard to look at the pieces without experiencing something of the same feeling of escape and peacefulness.

Horticultural Building, World's Columbian Exposition, Chicago, Frederick Childe Hassam (1893)
The exhibition was designed to celebrate NYBG’s 125th anniversary and did a wonderful job of exploring the experience of Impressionism — an experience that felt more personal and immersive than the school’s most famous paintings. Many of these artists’ works make you want to walk into their painted gardens. Thanks to this exhibition I could.

Inside the Conservatory
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Thursday 8 September 2016

The Fortune of the Rougons: The Origins of Les Rougon-Macquarts

It is interesting to contemplate a tangled bank, clothed with many plants of many kinds, with birds singing on the bushes, with various insects flitting about, and with worms crawling through the damp earth, and to reflect that these elaborately constructed forms, so different from each other, and dependent upon each other in so complex a manner, have all been produced by laws acting around us. These laws, taken in the largest sense, being Growth with reproduction; Inheritance which is almost implied by reproduction; Variability from the indirect and direct action of the conditions of life, and from use and disuse; a Ratio of Increase so high as to lead to a Struggle for Life, and as a consequence to Natural Selection, entailing Divergence of Character and the Extinction of less improved forms.

This extract is taken from the final paragraph of Charles Darwin’s The Origin of Species (1851). It is perhaps the most famous nineteenth-century description of the implications of evolutionary theory — the interconnectedness of all living things and the inescapable importance of our genetic inheritance, yet still the potential for variation from what has come before and the relationship between death and extinction and survival.

Emile Zola suggested that an alternative title to The Fortune of the Rougons (1871), the first in a 20-novel cycle involving the Rougon-Macquart family, might be Origins. The novel deals with the emergence of this multi-branched family in the fictional town of Plassans (based on Aix-en-Provence) at the nascence of the Second Empire, Louis-Napoleon’s coup d’etat in 1851. In keeping with his Naturalist preoccupations, Zola traces the origins of the Rougon-Macquarts’ hereditary weaknesses — their cowardice, greed and susceptibility to nervous attacks or mental illness — that will form the basis of the nineteen later novels. In The Fortune of the Rougons, the Rougon portion of the family rises to pre-eminence in the chaos of social unrest, but only through spilling the blood of others — rivals, random strangers and, of course, relatives.

The family tree of the Rougon-Macquarts
The foil to the scheming of the novel’s long list of characters is an innocent pair of teenage sweethearts — Silvere and Miette — caught up by the idealism of the Republican insurgents. The novel opens with the lovers meeting at the Aire Saint-Mittre, a piece of land that bears a resemblance to Darwin’s ‘entangled bank’, a former graveyard now teeming with life:

The thick vegetation and the eerie stillness of the old cemetery can still be seen and felt in this lane, where the walls are covered in moss and the ground seems like a woollen carpet. On the hottest days you can feel the warm, voluptuous breath of the dead rising from the old graves. Around Plassans there is no spot so exciting, more alive with emotion, so heavy with warmth, solitude and love. It is a wonderful place for lovers. When the cemetery was being cleared the bones must have been piled up in this corner, for even today people feeling in the grass with their feet often kick up fragments of skull.

No spot is more promising for the fecundity of love than the resting place of former generations but Silvere and Miette are doomed to die before the consummation of their match. Why? Silvere simply lacks the requisite survival instincts of his crueller, more decisive, more fertile Rougon-Macquart relatives. Here’s how Miette’s death is described:

In the hour of her agony, in the terrible struggle between death and her sanguine nature, she regretted her virginity. Silvere, as he bent over her, understood the bitter tears of this passionate girl. He heard the distant cry of the old cemetery bones; he recalled their caresses and their burning kisses in the night, by the side of the road; he remembered how she had thrown her arms around him, yearning for his love, but he had not understood, and now he was letting her go forever, a virgin, grieving at the thought of never having tasted the deep pleasures of life.

Emile Zola (1840-1902)
It is back in the graveyard that Silvere meets his end, passive until just before the crucial moment, unlike his peasant companion who fights ‘like a pig being slaughtered’. Only the appearance of Miette’s cruel cousin Justin causes Silvere to long for survival:

[He] felt a surge of anger, a sudden desire to go on living. It was the last revolt of his blood, just for a second.

It is too little, too late. Silvere is not enough like his uncles to survive and second later he is shot, his ‘skull burst open like a ripe pomegranate’.

In the Rougons’ drawing room, the survivors feast, all marked out by the blood of those they have crushed in their desire for advancement. This is how the novel concludes:

But the strip of pink fastened to Pierre’s buttonhole was not the only splash of red that marked the triumph of the Rougons. A shoe with a bloodstained heel lay forgotten under the bed in the next room. The candle burning at Monsieur Peirotte’s bedside, on the opposite side of the street, shone in the darkness with the lurid redness of an open wound. And far away, in the depths of the Aire Saint-Mittre, a pool of blood was congealing on a tombstone.

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