Mona's Eyes by Thomas Schlesser review painfully clunky lessons in art
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Mona's Eyes by Thomas Schlesser review  painfully clunky lessons in art
"The complaint that cynics often make about modern art is that most of it looks as though it were made by children. (If your 10-year-old is pulling out crumpled Kandinskys from their schoolbags on a regular basis then lucky you, I say.) But what about art criticism? Could a child's understanding of art be as radical as John Berger's or as wise as Sister Wendy's, for instance? Art historian Thomas Schlesser thinks so. His debut novel, a bestseller in France, has been translated into 38"
"Although Mona recovers quickly, her parents fear she may lose her sight permanently and consult with a doctor. Enter Henry, Mona's maternal grandfather, otherwise known as Dade. Instead of taking Mona to appointments with a psychiatrist as instructed, he unilaterally decides that what Mona really requires is a treatment of his own devising. Every Wednesday Mona and Dade will inspect one great work of art, making their way through the Louvre, the Musee D'Orsay and the Centre Pompidou."
A 10-year-old girl named Mona experiences a sudden episode of blindness and quickly recovers. Her maternal grandfather Henry (Dade) insists on a personal treatment: weekly museum visits across Paris. Mona and Dade pledge to gaze intently at major works and to discuss them deeply at the Louvre, Musee D'Orsay and Centre Pompidou. The conversations aim for charm and emotional resonance but largely fall flat. Dade is portrayed as a flattering, dashing octogenarian and former photojournalist despite behaving in ways that many readers will find objectionable. The grandfather's conduct undermines the educational premise and emotional aims.
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