![]() ![]() nevertheless, beyond the presumption of innocence for yet another attempt, what we can see is that Monet, like a few others, (Caravaggio, Van Gogh), and for different reasons, keeps us awake, still. Floridium of critics and art historians, intellectuals of all times have tried their hand at the feat. Tackling the “monster,” writing about Monet, is as far-fetched and certainly unsuccessful an undertaking as ever. Proust’s magical, visionary writing counterpoints Monet’s (evocative) painting, two beacons that have dazzled cultural history. ![]() A memory, a fragment of light glimpsed in a Claude Monet painting that leaves, in one of the greatest writers of all time, a trace in color, blurred, evanescent: the river still dozing in the dreams of the morning mist. ![]() “We would like Claude Monet to take us to Giverny, on the banks of the Seine, to that elbow of the river that barely lets us glimpse through the morning mist.” It was June 15, 1905: writing On Reading, Marcel Proust. Review of the exhibition "Monet," in Milan, Palazzo Reale, from Septemto January 30, 2022. ![]()
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