Showing posts with label art crime. Show all posts
Showing posts with label art crime. Show all posts

Thursday, May 21, 2020

The Last Painting of Sara de Vos

The Last Painting of Sara de Vos by Dominic Smith   290 pages

Manhattan, 1957: Marty de Groot and his wife, Rachel, host a benefit while a treasured painting is removed from their bedroom and replaced by a meticulous forgery. Until that night, the original had been in the de Groot family for 300 years.
Amsterdam, 1637: Sara de Vos waits to see the chief overseer of the St. Luke’s guild of master painters to ask that he reinstate her to its ranks. The first woman ever admitted into the guild, she has been “suspended” for selling paintings outside the group’s purview.
Sydney, 2000: Eleanor Shipley, an internationally renowned art historian, nervously awaits the arrival of two apparently identical paintings for a show devoted to works by female painters of the Dutch Golden Age. One is the original Sara de Vos painting, “At the Edge of a Wood,” stolen from de Groot; the other is the forgery, painted by Shipley herself nearly 50 years earlier. 
In addition to the story’s firm historical grounding, the narratives of all three characters glide easily among the centuries without a snag. Smith’s 1637 is as convincing as his 1957or 2000, his Amsterdam in its Golden Age is no less vivid than millennial Manhattan. The novel’s themes and images reflect forward and backward in time, its plot sprinkled with uncanny details about the characters and circumstances surrounding the Dutch Doppelgängers.
Posted By:   Regina C.  

That Left Turn at Albuquerque

That Left Turn at Albuquerque by Scott Phillips   272 pages

Maybe my disappointment in this book is more extreme because my expectations about the premise simply didn’t materialize. I don’t tend to shy away from black comedy, but I had been hoping for a fun caper about art fraud. Instead, I was drawn into the downward spiral of drug deals gone bad, gratuitous violence and senseless homicide, and exposure to characters simply incapable of staying clear of those wrong left turns. While I often root for the bad guy, this black story might better appeal to those who are drawn to exaggerated train wrecks and excruciating amoral self-sabotage. I just wasn’t in the mood...
Posted By:   Regina C.