John McEwen
The Open Window
As Hilary Spurling writes in the second and concluding volume of her already acclaimed life of the great French painter, ‘It is not the least mysterious thing about Henri Matisse that he has had no biography until now, fifty years after his death.’ One reason is that his life was considered too dull to bother about.
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