Kevin Brennan Is Self-Publishing His New Novel
I’m not usually inclined to comment here on every book I read, but I just wrapped up this collection of the letters of Van Gogh (free download!) and came away mighty impressed. You might have the impression that Vincent was something of a raging loon, scarcely coherent, able to express himself only through his goopy brushstrokes, but these letters, mainly to his brother Theo, will show you different. Turns out the dude was remarkably erudite and sensitive. Thoughtful to a tee. And he was, as you might expect, positively logorrheic when it came to writing about painting. He was especially tuned into the complexities of color, which makes sense. When he was painting in nature, as he often did, he seems to have seen the world as a cacophony of color.
I’ve read elsewhere recently that he might not have cut his own ear off after all. He was a bit bipolar, from what I understand, and he might have gotten into a manic thing with his good buddy Gauguin, who was swift with a sword, believe it or not. Rumor is, he fended off Vincent with a flick of it and inflicted the infamous wound.
Then again, later, Van Gogh appears to have shot himself, so.
Anyway, a revealing read.