Unveiling the Secret Lives Behind Renoir’s Legacy: Art, Betrayal, and War Exposed
It’s a relief when she takes a break from the inventory and paints her own pictures, as when she describes the northern beach Trouville “with its stripy tents, cabins, and fluttering flags…Through the day the sea changes: green, yellow…marked with white horses…or calm, with sails shining like seagulls’ wings.”
The endless rounds of banquets and boating parties and what people wore and who they slept with brought to mind the court of Louis XVI and Marie Antoinette — not just the extravagance, but the unawareness of how fragile the existence is. Are the Cahen d’Anvers and their circles ignoring the virulent antisemitism that is increasingly overt, or are they truly oblivious?
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