Wednesday, July 9, 2014

Interview with the Author

The Historical Novel Society website is featuring a series of interviews with authors who have written about Art or Artists, and I was chosen to be one of them. The interviewer is Stephanie Renee dos Santos, an accomplished writer, whose forthcoming book "Cut from the Earth" is about the art of tile-making in Lisbon, Portugal in the late 18th century. The whole series can be found at http://www.historicalnovelsociety.org under Art in Historical Fiction.

Art in Historical Fiction Interview Series featuring Mary F. Burns

by Stephanie Renee dos Santos
Final Cover for January Printing
Welcome to the second Saturday of our series. It’s my pleasure to introduce Mary F. Burns, author of Portraits of An Artist. This is a historical novel about American portrait painter John Singer Sargent who worked in Paris in the 1880s, creating his greatest masterpieces: “The Daughters of Edward Darley Boit” and the infamous “Madame X”. Both were dark psychological paintings that surprised and then shocked the local Parisian art scene, two paintings that changed the course of Sargent’s life in fabulous and then disastrous ways. The novel brings to life the voices of his paintings’ subjects, told incredibly from fifteen first-person points-of-view. Through his portrait sitters the prolific artist is revealed: his charisma, his secrets, his success, his ultimate struggle. With witty prose and insightful dialogue we are transported into the compelling and complicated world of the artist.

Currently, Burns is working on a new historical time-slip mystery series featuring Sargent and his lifelong writer friend Violet Page. Read on for more insight into this upcoming project…

Stephanie RenĂ©e dos Santos: Why did you choose your particular story structure to tell American portrait painter John Singer Sargent’s story in Portraits of An Artist? Will you please tell us about this choice?

Mary F. Burns: My first draft of Portraits of an Artist, a historical novel about John Singer Sargent, was written in this style of third person object point-of-view. It was solid writing, I thought, but as my initial readers/advisors and I too came to see, it was, frankly, a little boring. The story unfolded in a straight, chronological line, there were a lot of characters who seemed to melt together, and there was a sort of relentless forward motion that was rather tiresome.
So I re-wrote it. I briefly tried a first-person point-of-view with one of the major characters, Violet Paget, who was a long-time friend of Sargent’s, but then the book became all about her, which was not what I wanted. Then I wrote it with Sargent as narrator. His voice brought a great deal more vivacity and immediacy to the story, and I felt it was easier to care about Sargent and what he was going through—but he had to be in every scene! I couldn’t reveal what other people thought about him, or felt about him, and that—it became clear to me—was turning out to be the essence of my book: how to understand a mostly inscrutable, intensely private person who nonetheless was a huge success in the art world of the late 19th century. It wasn’t known, but it was rumored, that he was gay—or maybe not; that he had compromised a young woman of his acquaintance, and really should marry her—or maybe not; that he’d sold his soul (and body) for the chance to paint the most famous woman in Paris—or maybe not really…. What to do?


Sargent in his Paris studio with his infamous "Madame X" painting (1884).

Having written the whole book from Sargent’s piont-of–view, though, was a very fruitful exercise, as I now felt I was thoroughly in his head—I had mapped his motivations, his feelings, his responses, so I really, really knew him. I pondered the notion of having multiple first-person voices, and then it hit me: the portraits would be the characters! They would tell the story of Sargent, from their points of view—each with his or her own voice—reliable or unreliable—vain, sincere, spiteful, honest, blinded by love or lust—and from those “portraits” of Sargent by his own “portraits”, the reader would be able to hear and understand the impact that Sargent had on all those people—lovers, friends, teachers, clients, judges—and infer some sense of who the man himself had been.
And so I ended up with a novel that has fifteen first-person narrators, plus Sargent. Luckily, my publisher was as insistent as I was on using as illustrations a “headshot” of each of the portrait/characters at the beginning of the chapters in which they’re featured, along with their names. It was a challenge—but a wonderful one—to make each of their voices distinct, but I (humbly) think I met the challenge. I’ll leave it to my readers to decide.


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"Mrs Carl Meyer And Her Children” by Sargent (1896)

SRDS: What compelled you to include and focus on art and artists in your historical novel?

MFB: Seeing Sargent’s paintings for the first time, in 1999 at the National Gallery in Washington, D.C., absolutely floored me. It was a special exhibition, the first in decades of major works by Sargent, and I went three times in three days. I was stunned by the size and glamour of the portraits, but even more by the uncanny psychological depths he managed to capture. You could almost see the women shivering from a case of “crispation de nerfs”, as Sargent’s friend Violet Paget referred to it, when she commented that his subjects were looking a little tense. The exhibit book that accompanied the show talked about how Sargent was asked to paint portraits of many of the ‘newly rich’ in England and Europe – industrialists and manufacturers who were making enormous fortunes throughout the 19th century with the onset of the Industrial Revolution, and who hoped to find a place in the upper class systems which were experiencing a good deal of flux. Sargent seemed to have picked up on the uncertainty and nervousness felt by these people on the rise, particularly the women, whose sumptuous gowns and glittering jewels couldn’t quite hide the fear of inadequacy and inelegance they might betray. A fantastic example of this is the portrait of “Mrs. Carl Meyer and her Children” (1896).

Painting by Burn's

                                 Painting by Burns (copy of Picasso's "Absinthe Drinkers"

SRDS: What drew you to your specific visual art medium, art works, and artists?

 MFB: I have been a visual artist myself, mostly in college – watercolors, some oils, pen and ink—and then lately, I’ve been working in stained glass. I took a lot of art history courses in college, and when my husband and I travel, the art museums are the first places we visit in any city. Here are a couple of examples: a copy I made of Picasso’s “Absinthe Drinkers” (my mother’s comment at the time was “Oh, Mare, they look so sad!”) and my most recent stained glass project, “The Four Seasons”.

SRDS: How did you go about incorporating art and artists into the book?

MFB: After having read some novels about artists that put in a little too much detail about how they prepared canvasses, made the paint, used certain kinds of brushes, etc. (which I kept skipping over!), I decided to incorporate Sargent’s painting “process” in a way that would illuminate his character and approach to life – such as, he often took a running leap from across the room, dashing at his paintings with a brush heavy with paint, attacked the canvas, and then running back to see the effect – all while smoking a cigar or singing at the top of his voice. He often had visitors and relatives of the sitter in the studio, and he had people play the piano and sing to keep the sitter from getting bored. So I concentrated on these kinds of details rather than facts about the actual painting process. A fascinating point is that Sargent, a very tall man (over six feet), towered above his subjects, and many of his portraits reflect that perspective, as if the subjects are looking up at us, which often enhanced the feeling of uncertainty or nervousness. The other area I tried to present was his thinking and ruminating about how to pose a subject, what kind of props or costume should be used – he had a huge collection of draperies, clothing, vases, tables, chairs, etc., that he would take with him when he went to different cities so he would have access to his props when he needed them. He was very particular about the clothing that his subjects should wear, and would spend lots of time in the ladies’ wardrobes choosing dresses and jewelry.

SRDS: Do you have any message you were trying to convey by including art and artists in the novel?

MFB: Not consciously, I think, but when I think about how I feel as an artist (and a child of the 60s), I sympathized very strongly with a bohemian lifestyle in the midst of fairly rigid societal expectations, which Sargent and his contemporaries had to deal with. Fortunately for him, his mother in particular felt too constrained by the straight-laced society of East Coast America (Philadelphia and Boston in particular, where his family was from), and preferred the relative ease and sophisticated tolerance of European capitals where they frequently stayed – Rome, Florence, Siena, Venice, Paris, and London. Nonetheless, in mid- to late-Victorian times, one still had to watch one’s Ps and Qs, as it were, if one wanted to be acceptable to bourgeois society, which was where the money was for things like portraits.



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“Gassed” by John Singer Sargent 1918






SRDS: What story lines do you see as unexplored in this niche of art in fiction?

MFB: Thanks for the caveat! I think one area which I might like to explore, and which I think hasn’t been gone into, is artists in the time of war, specifically WWI and WWII – connecting the upheaval in the world with the radical, sometimes      violent, breaks with traditional art that started with the Impressionists (relatively “benign”) and went on to the fauvists, the expressionists, the abstract artists, and so forth.  Sargent was engaged as a ‘front-line’ artist for the Allies in WWI, and has a very famous painting that has recently been on display in London, called “Gassed” (1918), very different from his usual work. He also painted “regulation” portraits of generals and other officers, about whom he made some pretty nasty comments in private.

SRDS: What do you think readers can gain by reading stories with art tie-ins?

MFB: Hopefully a greater appreciation for and curiosity about art and its beauty and value; also, I hope it might stir a desire in readers to find out more about the time period that helped bring the art into existence.

SRDS: Are you working on a new historical novel with an art and artist(s) thread? If so, will you please share with us a bit about the upcoming book.

MFB: I have just started on the first of a series of historical mysteries starring—who else? John Singer Sargent and Violet Paget! I had learned so much about them for my Portraits novel, and their voices and characters were so vivid to me, that I found they wouldn’t leave me alone! Violet in particular has a presence in my head that compelled me to write the new series with her as first-person narrator, looking back from later years to now tell the stories of her and John’s youth. They were best friends from the age of ten or so, born the same year, and as I start the series when they’re both twenty-one years old, I think it’s going to be thrilling to follow them through their respective creative careers – Violet as a prolific writer and literary/social critic, and John of course as the most celebrated portrait painter of his time. The series begins in 1877, the Victorian Era, and will carry on through WWI, so I’m very happy to contemplate writing book after book for many years to come!
The first book will be called The Spoils of Avalon, and it has alternating chapters set in 1877 (with Sargent and Paget) and in 1539 (mainly in Glastonbury, during the final Dissolution of the Monasteries by Henry VIII). Of course the two story lines are related, and it all comes together quite wonderfully at the end (if I do say so myself!).


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“The Daughters of
Edward Darley Boit” by Sargent (1884)

SRDS: Any further thoughts on art in fiction you’d like to share or expand on?
MFB: One of the quotations I use at the beginning of my novel is from Oscar Wilde, who was an acquaintance of Sargent’s, where he said, “Every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not the sitter.”  I tried first to get myself inside of Sargent’s time, behavior, thoughts and feelings, and then by studying his portraits, draw out a deep sense of both what he felt about the sitter and the painting, as well as what he saw in his subject that interested him.  The enigmatic “Daughters of Edward Darley Boit” was the catalyst for my book, when I first saw that painting (in person) in 1999. There is something so very mysterious and dark about the painting, which can scarcely be said to be a portrait in the conventional sense. It’s very large, too, a perfect 7 x 7 foot square. Of course, it’s easy to say that Sargent was young and ambitious, wanting very much to make a splash at the annual Salon with a strange and large painting (which he often did), but I felt so strongly that there was something more here, that I just had to delve into it to find some way to explain it. That’s why I love historical fiction SO much – because we’re all human, we have access to the same human feelings, motivations, darkness and joys that all humans through time have felt – and fiction writers in particular get to play with all the sources and effects through time: paintings, sculptures, books, events, costumes, food, habits – and then exert their imagination and all their experience to bring home the eternal truths of the human spirit in a very accessible way to the modern reader. Hooray for historical fiction!

Friday, February 28, 2014

A Tribute to Henry James - Requiescat in Pacem - 28 February 1916




On the 98th Anniversary of the Death of the Great Author Henry James, who died in London on 28 February 1916


Having spent the last two months reading the final volume of Leon Edel’s vast biography of Henry James, it was with many poignant and sympathetic feelings that I came to the last chapters of the book just yesterday, which dealt with the tragedy of the onset of World War I, and ultimately, the Master’s death. His initial reaction to news of war, in a letter to a friend, was to see it as “a nightmare from which there is no waking save by sleep” and as living under “the funeral spell of our murdered civilisation.” He spent a great deal of time in London, visiting wounded soldiers in the hospitals, chatting with them about the little details of life, providing them through his calm and measured presence with the peace of ordinary life—he knew the very right note to strike.



In the last days of his life, felled by two strokes in two days, he struggled valiantly to use his words to find his way. His secretary and amanuensis, Theodora Bosanquet, dutifully typed out his words as he spoke, as she had been doing for the previous thirteen years. His great mind wandered through the years of his life; he often thought he was in other cities than London, and with other people, many of them long dead. One of the very last coherent conversations he had was with Mrs. William James, who had travelled across an Atlantic Ocean threatened by German submarines to be at her brother-in-law’s bedside, as she had promised her late husband she would be. Henry expressed the wish that her sons “had connections” in England.



“You are their connection with England and Europe,” Mrs. Williams James said.

“Yes, I know, and I should say, without being fatuous, with the future,” said Henry.

“With the future always. They will try to follow you.”

“Tell them to follow, to be faithful, to take me seriously.”



Let us praise Henry James by taking him seriously. I invite my fellow writers and readers of great fiction to contemplate and find enrichment in some of the Master’s ruminations about our craft.


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“Life is, in fact, a battle. Evil is insolent and strong; beauty enchanting, but rare; goodness very apt to be weak; folly very apt to be defiant; wickedness to carry the day; imbeciles to be in great places, people of sense in small, and mankind generally unhappy. But the world as it stands is no narrow illusion, no phantasm, no evil dream of the night; we wake up to it, forever and ever; and we can neither forget it nor deny it nor dispense with it.” ― Theory of Fiction



“It takes a great deal of history to produce a little literature.” –The Art of Fiction


“If you have work to do, don't wait to feel like it; set to work and you will feel like it.”
Roderick Hudson



“Nothing, of course, will ever take the place of the good old fashion of ‘liking’ a work of art or not liking it; the more improved criticism will not abolish that primitive, that ultimate, test.”
The Art of Fiction



“To put all that is possible of one’s idea into a form and compass that will contain and express it only by delicate adjustments and an exquisite chemistry, so that there will be at the end neither a drop of one’s liquor left nor a hair’s breadth of the rim of one’s glass to spare—every artist will remember how often that sort of necessity has carried with it its particular inspiration.”



“To revise is to see, or to look over, again—which means in the case of the written thing neither more nor less than to re-read it. I had attached to it [revision], in a brooding spirit, the idea of re-writing—with which it was to have in the event, for my conscious play of mind, almost nothing in common.”



And some personal advice from Mr. James:  “Three things in human life are important: the first is to be kind; the second is to be kind; and the third is to be kind.” (from a letter to a friend)


Saturday, November 23, 2013

Visual Delights of Sargent's Watercolors

Here's a link to a video I put together of the many lovely watercolors displayed at the Boston Museum of Fine Arts exhibit of John Singer Sargent's paintings -- plus a few of his very famous portraits in oils that the MFA also has. I think you'll enjoy it! 

http://www.authorstream.com/Presentation/jwriter-1998638-watercolors-jss-show/

Saturday, November 16, 2013

Fabulous Watercolors Exhibit

Visiting Boston earlier this week, I spent several hours at the MFA's spectacular exhibit of Sargent's watercolors--and of course, paid my obeisance to the Daughters of Edward Darley Boit (more on that soon). Here are some of the exciting paintings on view. Get there if you can do it!














Wednesday, August 7, 2013

Re-Creating Sargent's Glorious Watercolors

Serendipity strikes again! The Historical Novel Society Conference in June in St. Petersburg, Florida, has yielded up a great new connection and resource from the extensive network of the historical fiction sister-and-brother-hood! Bruce Macbain, author of Roman Games and The Bull Slayer, and his wife Carol, purchased my Sargent book and lent it to a friend, Wendy Soneson, who happens to be a terrific artist and great fan of Sargent's. Wendy is currently scheduled to give demonstrations of Sargent's watercolor  technique at the Boston Museum of Fine Arts in October, in conjunction with the huge exhibit of Sargent's watercolors there. Her websites are well worth looking at: www.wendysoneson.com and www.watercolorweekly.com for both the Sargent paintings and her own portraits and landscapes.

In the meantime, here is a wonderful version by Wendy of that infamous Amelie Gautreau (Madame X) in one of the gazillion poses Sargent tried before he found the right one. And a few more of his paintings, a la Wendy.





Thursday, July 18, 2013

A Living Madame X

A few weeks ago, I attended (and helped plan and run) the 5th North American Historical Novel Society, held at the Hotel Vinoy in St. Petersburg, Florida. Three hundred-some historical fiction authors, editors, agents and just plain fans had a great time over the long weekend of sessions and parties and gatherings. At our 'dress-up' Saturday night dinner banquet, including a Costume pageant, one of our author-attendees, Leslie Carroll (her nom de plume is Juliet Gray), showed up dressed very much like the infamous Virginie Amelie Gautreau, Sargent's scandalous "Madame X". Of course, I had to take a picture of her in the proper pose, although there wasn't an appropriate little table nearby.  Thanks, Leslie!



Tuesday, June 18, 2013

The Family of Edward Darley Boit



After the period of time covered in my novel (1882-84),  hard times lay ahead for the Boit family, at least emotionally. Isa died in 1894, and the four girls (Florence, Jane, Mary Louisa and Julia), with their father, continued their travels throughout Europe, Great Britain and the U.S. But none of the girls liked America very much, and Ned, too, preferred the ease and openness of Europe to his native land. He was married again in 1897 to a very young woman, a friend of his daughter Mary Louisa, confusingly enough named Florence, and together they had two boys. Unfortunately, his second wife died a few weeks after giving birth to her second son, in 1902. After recovering from this untimely death, Ned renewed his interest in his painting, and mounted several exhibitions of his work (one with Sargent in Boston). Ned died in 1915, in Florence. 
As for the Boit daughters, Florence (leaning against the pillar in the painting) was always a rather odd duck, never evincing the slightest interest in marrying or attending the usual social events. She was an avid player of the relatively new sport of golf—which she introduced to the Boston area, inspiring the local rich folks to build a course at a country club in Newport. She and a cousin, Jane Boit Patten, nicknamed “Pat” to distinguish her from the innumerable Jane’s and Jeanie’s in the family, became fast friends and in later years, lived in what was called a “Boston marriage”, two spinster ladies living together. 
The second daughter, Jane (standing next to Florence, facing forward), both before Isa died and afterward, was ill a great deal, both physically and emotionally, and spent several periods of time in and out of “retreats” and institutions where she underwent various cures to allay her apparently rather violent fits of anger and depression. Not much is known about Mary Louisa (standing to the far left, hands behind her back) except that she and Julia (on the floor with her babydoll) were always together, and Julia became fairly well known for her paintings and illustrations in water colors. Florence died at age fifty-one, on December 8, 1919, in Paris. 
With the outbreak of WWII in 1939, the three remaining sisters moved back to the United States. Julia and Mary Louisa (also known as “Isa” like her mother) lived in Newport, where Mary Louisa died on June 27, 1945, at age seventy-one. Jane (or “Jeanie” as she was known) died at the age of eighty-five on November 8, 1955, in Greenwich, Connecticut. Julia passed away in February 1969, at the age of ninety-one.