Luncheon of the Boating Party by Susan Vreeland
Happy Birthday Renoir!
(February 25, 1841-December 3, 1919)
Luncheon of the Boating Party by Susan Vreeland is a historical
fiction telling about Pierre-Auguste Renoir’s life during the time he created
the famous painting by the same name as the book. Renoir wasn’t some stuffy old guy we see in
art books. This book brought him to life as a lively and passionate forty-year
old man. His friends and models became real. I was fascinated that his friend
and artist, Caillebotte, sat patiently in what turned out to be a very
uncomfortable pose. I discovered that the son and daughter of the restaurant owners
are in the painting as well as a journalist, an actress, and even Renoir’s
future wife. I was amazed at what a huge undertaking it really was to create
this masterpiece. And I was intrigued at how quickly he painted it, how quickly
he had to paint. I loved getting lost in the time and Paris, and I loved the
descriptive writing in this book.
I found this book in the bargain bin at the library. Finding
a great bargain can be so exciting.
Every once in awhile my mom will find some little treasure at a yard
sale or thrift store and it’ll just make her day. It doesn’t have to be a Matisse or some other
undiscovered masterpiece that somehow slipped by the sellers. It can be something small like a wine glass
that matches her others at home.
Well, I know just how she feels.
As long books are not dirty or smelly I’m up for reading used books, which is why I was looking over the 25-cent bin at the little library
store when something caught my eye. Between some old and ratty books a flash of orange
drew me in for a closer look. I pulled out The
Luncheon of the Boating Party, a worn paperback by Susan Vreeland. Immediately my heart skipped a beat as I saw
the Renoir’s famous painting on the front cover—elegant groups of people seated
outside a restaurant eating and socializing on a warm summer day. It’s one of
those paintings that you could just get lost in.
Flipping the book open I saw that Ginny, the previous owner
had written her name in the front cover. Nothing wrong with that. I’m not a
book prude. I actually like reading inscriptions wishing people a Happy
Birthday or Merry Christmas. It’s a
celebration not only of the special day, but a celebration of reading. What
could be better than the gift of a book?
But then I flipped through the pages and found that Ginny
had left her mark all over the place. Ginny,
with her shaky hand, had indiscriminately underlined sentences. She wasn’t neat
either. It’s almost like she crossed through some lines. And she wasn’t done
yet. She also wrote notes and
circled words and threw in a question mark and stars here and there. She violated
the book!. Remember, this is a novel, not a workbook. Clearly there was no
respect for this book. Obviously she considered it disposable, something to be
used for her report or whatever she was doing, then tossed aside like a
squeezed lemon. Her disregard urged me to give the book a new lease on life. I
took it home and read it—and loved it!
If you liked this book, you may also enjoy Frida by Barbara Mujica, I Am Madame X by Gioia Diliberto, and The Painted Girls by Cathy Marie Buchanan.
If you liked this book, you may also enjoy Frida by Barbara Mujica, I Am Madame X by Gioia Diliberto, and The Painted Girls by Cathy Marie Buchanan.
Happy Reading,
Annette
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