The God of Spring: A Novel - Hardcover

Edge, Arabella

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Synopsis

A tale inspired by the life of early nineteenth-century Romantic painter Théodore Géricault traces the creation of one of his most controversial and sensational works, Raft of the Medusa, a process during which he makes the two survivors of an infamous French frigate his muses. 35,000 first printing.

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About the Author

Arabella Edge read English literature at the University of Bristol in the UK and moved to Australia in 1992. With her husband, Nick Gaze, she now divides her time between Sydney and Bicheno, on Tasmania's east coast. Her first novel, The Company, won the Best First Book in the 2001 Commonwealth Writers' Prize in the South East Asia and South Pacific Region and was shortlisted for the Miles Franklin Award.

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Reviewed by Ron Charles

A hundred years before the Titanic became the world's largest seafaring metaphor, another shipwreck captured and horrified the public imagination. The Medusa disaster of 1816 boasted the same elements of hubris, avoidability and incompetence, but its details are even more gruesome and outrageous.

In the early days of France's restored monarchy, four French ships set sail for Senegal. The largest, the Medusa, carried about 400 people, including the colony's new governor and his family. The captain, a royalist who had never commanded a ship, had earned his position as a political favor, a fact that strained relations with his crew and would become central to the eventual scandal. The journey was not considered dangerous, but despite repeated warnings from experienced officers, the Medusa ran aground about four miles off the African coast.

It's easy to criticize in hindsight, but in this case it was easy to criticize at the time, too. The captain instructed his men to build an enormous raft, which he promised to tow behind the lifeboats so that everyone could abandon ship together. About 140 of the "unimportant" people were forced onto this precarious structure, but almost immediately the raft proved too heavy to tug through the water, so the lines were cut, and it was set adrift on the open sea.

Dozens of passengers were quickly swept over the sides and drowned. Panic pitted the men against each other with clubs and swords. Constantly wet and burned by the sun, their skin rotted away. They drank their own urine. Sharks attacked. Madness set in. The stronger men killed the weaker ones for food. They roasted human flesh or dried it in strips of jerky. When finally rescued, 12 days later, only 15 people were left.

Fearing public outrage, the government tried to suppress the story or spin away the captain's incompetence with a French version of "You're doing a heck of a job!" But one of the survivors published a sensational account that quickly became a bestseller throughout Europe.

Today, if you know anything about the Medusa, you probably know Théodore Géricault's lurid and rousing painting, a spectacular canvas, 16 by 23 feet, which he created just three years after the disaster. In her second novel, The God of Spring, British author Arabella Edge tells the engrossing story of how Géricault produced this painting, one of the most famous of the 19th century. Though she stays close to the survivor's testimonies and other contemporary histories, Edge wears her scholarship graciously; she has trimmed the record, streamlined the complex political context and taken a few liberties with the chronology to produce a gripping novel of artistic obsession.

Her Géricault is a passionate young man, wealthy and startlingly handsome, casting about for a new subject to paint. His friends are content with court portraits, but he yearns to do something more. Unfortunately, he also yearns to sleep with his uncle's wife, which he does frequently and with abandon. But when he hears of the Medusa, the story takes possession of his imagination to the exclusion of all else. (Even sex with his aunt starts to seem like a chore.) He tracks down survivors, brings them to his house to recuperate and forces them -- despite their increasing reluctance -- to tell him exactly what happened. Then he builds a replica of the raft and buys cadavers and body parts from the morgue to recreate the scene.

Through most of the novel, the narrative moves back and forth between Géricault's studio and the survivors' reminiscences. Given the ghastly nature of those 12 days on the sea, it's remarkable that her story of how a painting was created can compete. But it does, superbly, because Edge conveys the broiling passion of Géricault's mind so well, whether he's pressing his aunt against the wall while his uncle enjoys dessert in the next room or creeping through a sanitarium to sketch the faces of dying patients: "He must calibrate in the most precise detail," Edge writes, "how long it took for flesh to wither from the bone." She lets us follow Géricault as he struggles to piece together conflicting testimonies from survivors who have their own reasons for shaping the story -- and his painting -- in particular ways. Along with Géricault, we keep falling through testimonies we thought were definitive only to find new levels of horror concealed beneath. "You must understand," one of the survivors pleads with him, "we had drifted off the edge of the known world of judges, laws and tribunals. . . . Only the ocean bore witness."

Reaching the truth of the Medusa becomes a consuming obsession, an ordeal in itself, driving Géricault to fits of madness and obscenity not so unlike what those sorry passengers on the raft experienced. "It did not matter how much it might cost or how much time it might take, he wanted this tale." Even the mechanics of painting come across as thrilling. Edge takes us to the chemist where Géricault buys those rich, dark colors. We see the painstaking effort to place his models (living and dead) just right. And she's particularly illuminating on the process of choosing a single moment -- from an infinite number -- to immortalize on canvas.

The Géricault she shows us knows from the start he doesn't want to paint propaganda, but he eventually realizes that he doesn't want to paint heroes either, or even history. He wants to transcend the details of this particular disaster to capture some awesome truth about the plight of the human condition. So does Edge. This is art history on fire.

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Edge's second historical (after The Company) takes as its subject the French artist Théodore Géricault and the genesis of one of his best-known paintings, The Raft of the Medusa. It is 1818, and Géricault is trying to extract himself from an affair with Alexandrine, six years his senior but much younger than her husband, who happens to be Géricault's uncle and benefactor. Géricault is also at a crossroads in his career: six years after winning the gold medal at the Paris Salon for his painting Charging Chasseur, Géricault is in desperate need of a subject for a new painting that will get him back into the Salon. At this point Géricault becomes obsessed with the shipwreck of the Medusa, a frigate that went aground off the coast of Cape Blanco. He interviews survivors and becomes increasingly obsessed with every vivid and unsettling detail of the shipwreck. As Géricault begins to paint his vision of the aftermath of the catastrophe, his own life disintegrates: Alexandrine becomes pregnant and their affair is discovered, with disastrous consequences. This is a thoughtful and richly imagined story about the darker aspects of the artistic process and the costs of obsession. (Mar.)
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Shipwrecks fascinate Edge. In The Company (2001), she fictionalizes a horrific 1629 wreck off the coast of Australia. In her second historical novel, she not only tells the hellish story of the passengers of the Medusa, a French frigate, who were abandoned on a raft off the coast of Africa, but she also dramatizes the audacious creation of perhaps the most famous of marine disaster paintings, Theodore Gericault's enormousRaft of the Medusa (1818-19). In pursuit of authenticity, Parisian Gericault--young, wealthy, and feverishly creative--opens his home to two survivors of the criminal maritime debacle, commissions a replica of the raft, brings in cadavers for props, and sketches terminally ill hospital patients. Edge intensifies her live-hard-die-young hero's mania by orchestrating a scandalous affair with his uncle's sexy young wife. Just barely steering clear of cheesy romance and gothic kitsch, Edge achieves an electrifying depiction of the Medusa catastrophe, a vivid reenactment of Gericault's revolutionary artistic achievement, and a provocative inquiry into the moral quandaries of an artist determined to depict the truth at any cost. Donna Seaman
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