HENRI GAUDIER-BRZESKA should be a fantastic subject. He was a genius – Ezra Pound thought so, and art history agrees. He died young – younger than Keats, younger than Alain-Fournier, only a few years older than Chatterton, the marvellous boy. As though he knew how little time he had, he raced through his artistic development at breakneck speed, turning himself from a painter into a sculptor at nineteen, and reaching his mature abstract style at twenty-two.

Literary Review

Mar 2004

Categories

Carole Angier

Hidden Treasure

A Committed Poet

She Wore A Yellow Nightie

Hard to Satisfy

Pomp Prodigy

Home Is Where the Danger Is

Brief Encounters

Not Even the Horse Was Normal

O Unlucky Man

The Soloist’s Story

In Defense of Literary Biography

To the Brink of Silence

Writing to Fill the Silence

Love & Art

Dark Nights of the Soul

Men & Women in Dark Times

At The Mind’s Limits

Age-Banding Biography

The Horror

The Dying Light

Messner’s Wrath

Saeva Indignato

Reich Rebel

Cool Clear Burn