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A review by lindsayb
Kiki de Montparnasse by Catel
3.0
Not being quite the arty type, I was introduced to and fell in love with Man Ray's work during an art appreciation class my freshman year of college. I melted when I got to see a lot of his work in the flesh at an amazing Surrealist exhibit at the Met in 2002. "Le Violon d'Ingres" has adorned the background of my MP3 player ever since I got it five years ago. His output with Kiki de Montparnasse as his muse remains some of my favorite work of his, but never have I come across anything about the personal life of this woman. So I was extra excited when I read about the existence of this graphic novel.
This hefty tome covers a near yearly account of Kiki's life, and we get a clear picture of just how rooted she was in the art world from the late 1910s onward. I wondered, though, by the time I was deep in the novel, about the aims of the author. I had a feeling he wanted to elicit a feeling of sympathy for the tragedy in Kiki's life, but I found her to be simply neurotic much of the time. Sure, her hard-knock upbringing didn't give her a terribly strong foundation, and there were a few instances where I truly felt sorry for her, but mostly I just saw a woman who didn't know what she wanted and demanded a lot without any real consideration for those around her. Her naivete seemed to have persisted through most of her life. This hardly seems emancipated, as the book's synopsis claims her to be...unless you consider emancipation the ability to live in Paris by hopping from one man's bed to another and doing lots of blow. Not quite the person I'd suggest a young woman to look up to. DESPITE THIS, I really did appreciate the chance to get a glimpse into the life of this legend, which I might not have otherwise come across, and it has prompted me to go back and search through all my books for images of Kiki now that I have a better understanding of her as a person.
This hefty tome covers a near yearly account of Kiki's life, and we get a clear picture of just how rooted she was in the art world from the late 1910s onward. I wondered, though, by the time I was deep in the novel, about the aims of the author. I had a feeling he wanted to elicit a feeling of sympathy for the tragedy in Kiki's life, but I found her to be simply neurotic much of the time. Sure, her hard-knock upbringing didn't give her a terribly strong foundation, and there were a few instances where I truly felt sorry for her, but mostly I just saw a woman who didn't know what she wanted and demanded a lot without any real consideration for those around her. Her naivete seemed to have persisted through most of her life. This hardly seems emancipated, as the book's synopsis claims her to be...unless you consider emancipation the ability to live in Paris by hopping from one man's bed to another and doing lots of blow. Not quite the person I'd suggest a young woman to look up to. DESPITE THIS, I really did appreciate the chance to get a glimpse into the life of this legend, which I might not have otherwise come across, and it has prompted me to go back and search through all my books for images of Kiki now that I have a better understanding of her as a person.