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The Boulevard by Jerrod Edson
5.0

What a renunciation of conventionality. A labyrinthine journey through Heaven, Hell and Eden. With Satan, Ernest Hemingway and Vincent van Gogh as leads.

A book which peels layers of paint to reveal yet another work of art underneath the original. Much like the newly discovered self-portrait by Vincent van Gogh underneath his painting, “Head Of A Peasant Woman.”

A story is told along a blacked passage through hell by no other than Satan himself. A story of a genius who painted paradisiacal canvases. A genius taken too early from us by his own hand.

Be this book fiction, it paints a deeply intimate and psychological profile of the said artist and presents something that will always be absent from historical records. That is the power of fiction. And in this case, it doesn’t mar the points of historical record. The author’s meticulously calibrated additions bring us into the world of Vincent van Gogh, which suddenly feels relatable with the possibility of greater personal engrossment.

And any book which can pull away the veil, open the barricaded door is due praises.