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patron of art since thes, Peggy Guggenheim, in a candid selfportrait, provides an insider's view of the early days of modern art, with revealing accounts of her eccentric wealthy family, her personal and professional relationships, and often surprising portrayals of the artists themselves.
Here is a book that captures a valuable chapter in the history of modern art, as well as the spirit of one of its greatest advocates.
photos. As much as I expected to read about art which I did not find in this book I enjoyed the story of rich spoiled and bored woman being in abusive relationships with every man in her life.
And of course, if you want to know everything about luxurious property in Europe and the US, this is the right book to read! Inspiring, on a personal level.
Some context, first: at theTriBeCa Film Festival, I halfheartedly went to see a documentary called "Art Addict" about Peggy Guggenheim.
The reason I was lukewarm about going was that all I knew about the Guggenheims were that they were rich and white, and had a hyped up museum where people who annoy me go Instagramming themselves at benefits.


I ended up being totally schooled about a woman who, like flapper dresses and the Jazz Age itself, receded from the memory of the general public to the effect that not a fraction of what she should be credited with doing and creating is properly acknowledged.
A member of a branch dangling precariously off of a rather insane family tree, she went as a little girl from great inherited heights to losing her father who had lost his fortune in the sinking of the Titanic.
Emerging from this beginning, she went on to become a mother and a Bohemian socialite, but then in her early middle life went on to find, curate, popularize, dignify, define, and preserve the canon of modern art as the world knows it.


The documentary is emphasized by tape recordings of the last interview she ever gave in life, At one point, the interviewer asks her if she isn't jealous of people's youths as she grows older, Scarcely missing a beat, she replied that she's certainly jealous that they'll continue to live, I burst into tears and stayed there crying in the back of the theater as the credits rolled, Pretty much obsessed, I went and located "Confessions of an Art Addict: Peggy Guggenheim, " But as slim as the volume was, I found myself being disappointed that the book just wouldn't take,

In June, I found myself in the unlikely situation of going to Venice the city where she ultimately made her home and the destination of her collection for all perpetuity for a childhood friend's wedding.
I brought my mother, an artist herself, as my companion, and there was no question on our minds that a priority was to visit the Guggenheim collection.
But between being bewitched by every random crevice of that city, beguiled by its wild ferry system, and anchored to the romantic and joyous events of the wedding, we barely made to the little museum on a little island on the way we were to leave.
We even had all of our luggage with us and checked it in at the building,

It would be going too far to say that I was disappointed by the museum, but I had built it up so much in my head only to be most interested in pictures of Peggy Guggenheim herself, which were put up in small frames in more inferior locations, like a stuffy hallway by the restrooms.
There in the gift hall, I found this book,

I'm very careful about the condition of my books, and this paperback had that glossy, heavy look that made me debate whether or not I couldn't just order it from somewhere once back in the United States.
Besides, shouldn't I finish her smaller biography After some hemming and hawing, I bought it, and then took nearly a year to start it, taking care at all times not to dogear the

cover or crack the spine while running all around the tunnels and throngs of New York City reading it.


And what can I say, this book really did it for me, I think it makes sense because this is the original autobiography that she later condensed into that other little book I couldn't get through, PLUS a reverent foreward by Gore Vidal, the latter half of what she wrote at age, and an introduction that she wrote to a book about the city of Venice.
It's the most whole version of her life story I know of, straight from the source,

There's been a lot of criticism from the haters who find the autobiography of Peggy, or her very life, to be insultingly frivolous, insensitive, namedropping, or whathaveyou.
There are certainly criticisms about how her writing lacks style or magic,

I obviously disagree with these criticisms, She does a hell of a job packing in details of world travels, social evolution, eras of style and thought, and her own eccentric life surrounded by eccentric people, all while sounding like an actual normal person.
At all times, she is completely transparent, raw, and selfaware, for instance, admitting that she was looking for fathers in men, talking about her abortion, and sharing how she retrospectively can't believe how she lounged about drinking wine in cafes with a lover while World War II refugees, casualties, and even concentration camp victims were transported by the trainload through Paris, which was being bombed by the Germans but not wallowing despicably in guilt after all is said and done.
And let's remember that she used her money or whatever, her family's money to preserve the paintings that millions go to worship in safety all over the planet, and save the lives of every artist or creative in her circles who she could.
And she never talks up her good deeds unless maybe someone does her dirty without a glimmer of thanks.
Like Hemingway, she just relates things in clipped, simple language, whether it be descriptions, emotions, thoughts, or happenings, This allows the tales of her life and her times to be told at a pace that really pulls you along on her coattails.
I always hated to stop the momentum and spent a couple of nights outside my commute time just reading to satisfy the itch of wondering what would come next, to quench the desire just to read her voice.
To hear her off the page and past the grave,

Even as a poorer Guggenheim, she was pretty much filthy rich, But her life story is a glaring example of how action and art, not money, bought her swaths of of happiness and triumph in an unbelievably eventful life.
It is easy to see that what money did do was to enable her to live like a man, fully and without fear or reproach, even while suffering everything like all women.


It's entirely to her own credit, however, that she was of a force of will with the character, bravery, and sense of adventure to maximize her station in life unapologetically, and cleverly.
Any time that she made poor decisions, it was always in the name of some passion or another, and my god, she had game it seems that she slept with every great artist, writer, and intellectual spanning a half of a century.
And it was fine because she lived outside the box, making today's polyamory proselytizers look like vanilla,

And she did show her grit time and time again in periods of emotional abandonment, personal loss, and even bankruptcy.
. . plus a whole lot of domestic violence from her cavalier comments of the husbands and lovers who often threw her into walls, slapped her face, threw whiskey in her eyes.
. .

Here are some choice zinger that are but splashes in the pan of her burning bright existence:

"But then I am not the kind of person to accept anything as it is.
I always think I can change the situation, The incredible thing is that I never believe in failure, and no one can convince me that I cannot move mountains or stop the tide until I have proved to myself that I can't.
"

"I hate men who criticize me without dominating me, "

"I much preferred my modest barchessa in Venice, and for the first time I did not regret the enormous fortune I had lost when my father left his brothers to go into his own business, a few years before he was drowned on the Titanic.
"

"In fact, I do not like art today, I think it has gone to hell, as a result of the financial attitude, "

"I consider it one's duty to protect the art of one's time, "

It's awful when I hear a person of this magnitude reduced to "a Guggenheim," "a socialite," or, most boring of all, a "patron of the arts.
" She was more than that she was a visionary, She was a leader and guard of her times, In being so much herself, she did the selfless thing and left beauty in her eternal wake, whether or not anyone knows or respects that she was the source.
And she was goddamn interesting, . . and interested.

Even those who don't have any such rapturous feelings about Peggy Guggenheim can probably enjoy this book very much at face value.
And in the special appendix, those who have been to Venice will be rewarded both with chills and fuzzy feelings at how well she describes the place and how little it's apparently changed at its watery core.
Me he debatido, durante un tiempo, el darle las dos o las tres estrellas, y pese a que tengo razones para darle el aprobado tengo otras que no me lo permiten.
Como acercamiento al arte moderno cuando como yo, se tienen conocimientos prácticamente nulos, es, digamos, adecuado, para un pequeño, muy pequeño acercamiento.
Pero sin embargo, confieso que a pesar de que al final me ha aportado alguna que otra cosilla, sino fuera porque lo tengo que leer para clase, no habría pasado de la segunda página.

Los dos primeros capítulos me parecen absolutamente despreciables, y siento la palabra pero son problemas de buergueses respecto a fortunas, joyas, matrimonios de conveniencia, etc.
Después la cosa se pone interesante, de Peggy se podría decir que es una mujer insulsa y superficial con una vida interesante, pues a pesar de todo la impresión final que me he llevado ha seguido siendo la inicial: una mujer sumamente superficial a la que sin embargo la gusta el arte y que tiene una facilidad extrema para relacionarse con gente interesante esto claro, se explica por su condición social y la familia de la que proviene, mucho más, creo yo, que por sí misma
Me he encontrado con algunos puntos interesantes como la relación que mantuvo con Sammuel Beckett, de la cual no tenía conocimiento y que me ha llevado a otras averiguaciones bastante interesantes.
Más allá de eso, me parece que pese a que sí habla del arte este siempre está diluido en sus amoríos y demás cosas que personalmente no me interesaban en absoluto.
Unica autobiografia di Peggy Guggenheim, leggetela se siete interessati alla sua vita o anche se volete solo sapere qualcosa in più sulla vita dei ricchi americani durante la prima metà del.
In questo caso consiglio di leggere questa autobiografia invece che biografie scritte da altri contengono fatti discordanti, Ļoti interesanta autobiogrāfija, kurā liels uzsvars uz Pegiju pašu bez pārliekas iedziļināšanās privātajā dzīvē, tomēr cits laiks, citi tikumi un moderno mākslu.
Priecājos, ka šo grāmatu pamanīju, Tas bija kā ceļojums zaudētā laikā, Grāmatas beigās vēl brīnišķīga Pegijas mīlas vēstule Venēcijai, Peggy ma non avevi nemmeno un amico che ti consigliasse qualcuno a cui far scrivere questo libro This at first reads irritatingly like the diary of a rich spoilt brat, and Peggy Guggenheim's behaviour think drinking champagne at cafe terraces while refugees stream into Paris fleeing the nazis is at times shocking.
At the same time this obsession with personal freedom makes her a subversive figure, Going against the expectations imposed on women in thes ands, she forged her own path and yes, the money helped a great deal.


This autobiography, written mostly in thes with postscripts inand again just before her death in, is highly entertaining and somehow devoid of pretension.
This latter quality goes a long way towards excusing the rather pedestrian prose,

But what a life! Her contribution to modern art is staggering, as a dealer and collector and a champion of artists she discovered Jackson Pollock and , arguably, Lucien Freud.
With lovers like Samuel Beckett, Max Ernst and Marcel Duchamp, and friends like Truman Capote, Andre Breton, Man Ray and Joseph Losey, the juicy anecdotes keep coming.
What makes this book special is that these accounts of the colourful lives of expat or refugee artists ins France were written in the thick of it, without the full benefit of historical hindsight.
O carte care mia mers la suflet și care a reușit să mă smulgă din cotidian, O fascinantă călătorie în arta secolului XX, de care mam bucurat sincer, This read like a phone book of who Peggy G came into contact with in her long life, And while some of it was super interesting well, it took me a week to read less thanpages.
Says a lot, doesnt it, During WWI, while still in her teens, Guggenheim inherited,a LOT of money at the time,
Given that she knew and supported many famous artists, traveled widely, and lived a highly unconventional life, her recounting of it is understated, somewhat detached, as though she doesn't expect it to be particularly interesting to readers.
She deeply grieved some major losses: of her father on the Titanic, a longtime lover due to medical incompetence, and a friend in a car accident.
The lasting loves of her life were her Lhasa dogs, her home in Venice, and of course collecting modern art, which left a priceless legacy for future generations.


I also watched thedocumentary "Peggy Guggenheim: Art Addict" which I liked better than the book, .