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Summary: an afternoon's read
Review: By all means read this book in one sitting, preferably a gloomy November afternoon. Updike is a master and in this novel, though it sometimes sounds as if he's dropping names of artists, besides fully realized characters one gets a short course in contemporary American art. Beyond this, however, one has to marvel at Updike's insight into the lives of artists, American life in general, and what it is like to be growing old in 2002. Added to the story are powerfully recreated scenes and settings. (Don't pay attention to reviewers who get facts wrong. Hope's third husband is not a critic.)
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Summary: Evelyn Toynton did it better.
Review: Evelyn Toynton did it better, and first, in her novel MODERN ART.
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Summary: A Face Worth Seeking
Review: If you ever wondered what it would have been like to be married to Jackson Pollack and Andy Warhol during the 50's and 60's, all the while trying to raise three children and having an artistic career of your own as a woman in a male dominated art world, well, this book will let you know.Through multiple layers of dialogue and memories, John Updike unfolds this novel much like the creation of a painting. The masterful strokes of literal paint takes you on a journey through mid twentieth century art history - the beginnings of Modern Art. The most surprising aspect to this journey is that it takes place in only one day, all within the dialogue between two people in the form of an interview. This is a deeply personal story, full of vibrant life. The dialogue between the main characters, Kathryn and Hope is rich and complex. What unfolds during the interview is the life of a 78-year-old artist looking back on her life, remembering her myriad relationships and how each relationship is a reference point to important moments in modern art history. As Hope looks back on her life, layers of time unfold the search for real art, real expression and real love coming up against the hard reality of life. Birth, death, fame, money, friendship, infidelity, humility and sacrifice are topics explored in the story of a wife and her husbands, a mother and her daughter, an interviewer and her subject. This is a story glorifying the full circle of life, a life worth living in a book very worth reading.
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Summary: 101, but in narrative comp or art history?
Review: John Updike's "Seek My Face" is best thought of as an idealized oral history of America's post-WW II emergence as an aesthetic powerhouse in art world. Here, the primary narrative device is a single day's interview between the now elderly Hope, widow of several famous American artists, and the thirty-something Kathryn, working for her on-line magazine. As the day wears on -- and it does drag somewhat -- and the interior monologues unfold, both women become somewhat neurotically hip voices of their respective generations. Likewise, both come to signify what's changed -- and what has not -- regarding the woman's role in contemporary society. Hope's narrative musings are their most coherent and informative as the author takes his cues from Lee Miller's actual marriage to Jackson Pollock, rather than with the elements detailing her subsequent marriages. There Updike develops an amalgam of the "uber-modern American artist" by adding dollops of Warhol, Lichtenstein, Thiebaud, etc. together. While this may create a useful survey of the period, the collage nature does not create sharp, compelling characterizations. The more knowledge of art theory and history one brings to this novel, the greater the reward. It might have been a better read had Updike stayed only with the now-mythic Pollack and his muscular "push-pull" of the elements of composition and media that emerged before he achieved his own self-destruction. The post-Pollack elements are murky in comparison, somewhat like a kindergartener's overworked finger-painting. If only someone had yanked the page away just twenty seconds before.
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Summary: phenomenal
Review: Like all masterpieces, this novel is imperfect: God forbid that I should ever read a perfect novel. As both Zack and Guy smear paint on Hope's canvass, Updike writes digressions touched by the divine:
"...she (Hope) often wonders how it feels to know less and less and always at the riddle that one does not know what one does not know, any more than a dog understands the superstructure of language and political and economic arrangement behind the human presences to which the animal is so alert, his nostrils packed with layers and tints of human odor. The obvious analogy is with us and the mind of God, we don't have a clue, or, rather, clues are all we have."
I cannot emphasize how brilliant this novel is - it makes the case for fiction as the triumphant art form. The story's damn good too. I was much more entertained by this fictional account than the film "Pollock" which was only okay and didn't do justice to what he and the New York school were doing. I read in the bio clip that Updike has an art education from Oxford -his eye is as sharply attuned as his ear. His sentences are Faulknerian, except better - and these sentences run a page or more without being gimmicky like what I'd guess is experimental fiction or stream-of-conscious, whatever that is.
Finally, Hope is alive in these pages - Updike wrote a female character with autonomy, fight. The book jacket makes a claim that she is like Harry (Rabbit series), which is a comparison that doesn't make sense. "Seek my Face" is a different world - but also the kind of novel one can re-reread, truly learn from.
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Summary: New Art Ages
Review: Over one day, Kathryn D'Angelo interviews the artist Hope Chafetz about her life, in particular her marriages to famous artists. As Hope recounts her past, the lives of those artists are revealed, and in a sense the development of modern art in twentieth century America is also discussed. I should think that people interested in art will be attracted to this novel (for instance, one of Hope's husbands, "Zack", is really a fictionalised Jackson Pollock). "Seek My Face" has more facets to it than that, however: Updike examines the nature of fame as Kathryn attempts to confirm Hope's account of her past with what she's read about Hope and her husbands. Tension arises from Hope's irritation with Kathryn's assumptions and received wisdom, and Kathryn's disappointment that her view of reality does not check out with Hope's. This is also a deeply reflective novel - Hope reminisces about the past in general, how things felt then as opposed to now, and how the ageing process affects one's view of life and of the present. So, in all, an interesting novel, the only blemish for me being that sometimes the passages dealing with changes in modern art did not feel like the character Hope was recounting them - rather, they felt "slotted in", demonstrating Updike's knowledge of modern art. G Rodgers
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Summary: Seek something else by Updike
Review: Rambling, self-indulgent, and out of its league....that's how I would describe Updike's attempt to capture the life of Jackson Pollack through the eyes of his elderly widow, whose fictional counterpart agrees to sit for a day-long interview with an on-line journalist. `Rambling' because the novel seems to have no focal point, no present tense. It has a beginning and an end but no definable middle. And, gosh darnit, no chapter breaks or any other logical place to stop reading and put the book down for the day. `Self-indulgent' because it is so myopically inward-focused. The main character and the narrative both seem completely absorbed in themselves. And `out of its league' because, well, it simply fails to impress. The beauty of Updike's other books is that they achieve a level of insight and brilliance that seems naturally attained. In this one, the brilliance is forced and skin-deep.
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Summary: superb
Review: Seek My Face is a work of true genius. Updike manages to penetrate into the very soul of this woman, her life, all women. Also it is a study of aging as well as a fascinating history of twentieth century Art.
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Summary: Updike as Giver
Review: Seek My Face is the story of Hope, the character loosely based on the artist Lee Miller, who is being interviewed in her Vermont home during the course of one day by Kathryn, an ambitious young modern art scholar collecting information for an online magazine article she plans to write. When Kathryn's aggressive questions - at times difficult, even wounding, and which both exhilarate and exhaust Hope - seem to veer beyond the requirements any article-length piece, an inflection point occurs in the novel. You wonder if Kathryn is on another quest besides the one related to her article: searching out truths she could apply to her own unknown life, her brashness a concealing device. Hope never guesses this, and it makes even more gracious her willingness to give of herself to this girl who she couldn't like, who for most of the story discloses no personal information of her own, and who rejects most of what Hope offers for lunch or tea, who is at an age of confident brio but still without a certain empathic humanity and grace that comes with maturity. A sort of bull in the china shop of the embrittled shelter garden of another woman's life.
A recurring theme in Updike's work is the giving of oneself, sometimes to an indifferent receiver. And in fact for Updike, writing is an act of giving as much as of creating, which is why it's hard to think of another author as true and honest: DeLillo and Kundera, for example, can't come close. The inscription inside the stolen ring that Tristao gives Isabel in the novel Brazil are the initials DAR, Portuguese for "to give." In one of Updike's early stories, the last line is: "Thus the world, like a jaded coquette, spurns our attempts to give ourselves to her wholly." What Hope gives to Kathryn is an art history scholar's dream: a specific account of an era of American modern art and her role in it, including details which would have been easier for her to refuse to discuss. She gives some heartfelt advice, and withholds certain crueler truths. For example, when Kathryn explains that her boyfriend can't really have fun because so much of his life - his career - is undecided, Hope tells her don't wait, that "By the time everything is decided it will be too late. The moment is always now." But elsewhere Hope does not disclose a harsher truth, noting that the younger woman, "...has never learned how little the world needs us to give; its beauty is an impervious beauty, self-absorbed."
Whether or not Kathryn has the self-awareness to understand her own pursuit of the intimate details of Hope's life is uncertain. This could be Updike's comment on the jaded American appetite for the pedestrian suffering of our heroes, but more likely it's an observation of how Kathryn's generation has alienated itself from what it loves, redirecting its energy away from love of something for its own sake and toward the more definable and tangible successes of one's career. Again and again Kathryn rejects perfect opportunities to wrap things up and be on her way, to begin her long drive back into the city. But Kathryn, possibly bewildered by her own response to Hope's openness, having felt the gravity of a life lived well and wisely, can't seem to bring herself to leave before she's grasped something just outside her reach, as though she still hasn't quite figured out what she's missing, can't detect the source of her own alienation.
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Summary: Contrived, boring and misogynistic
Review: The main character who's telling this story, Hope, doesn't think much of herself. She let the men in her life put her down, prevent her from painting and generally treat her like dirt. I got really tired of her whining. The style of this book -- a long interview of Hope by a young journalist -- means the reader is stuck in Hope's head, hearing her thoughts, memories, comments to the interviewer and thoughts about the interviewer. First, I didn't believe a 27-year old interviewer would be doing this interview and know as much as she did. Second, I didn't believe Hope would accept an interview for an online publication she knew nothing about. Third, the interviewer was totally opaque. I had no way of knowing anything about her and her personality kept changing depending on what Updike wanted to show about Hope. Too contrived. If you want to know about artists in the 20th century, read a biography of Jackson Pollack or one of the others. Don't read this trumped up creation. What a mess. And a bore. If you want to read Updike, there are many Updike books that I found fascinating and impressive, Couples for one, the Rabbit series. But not this one -- I didn't read the last 10 pages. I simply could not plow through them after all the repetition.
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