It is the color of the Virgin Mary's cloak, a dazzling pigment desired by artists, an exquisite hue infused with danger, adventure, and perhaps even the supernatural. It is . . .
Sacré Bleu
In July 1890, Vincent van Gogh went into a cornfield and shot himself. Or did he? Why would... read more
All in all, I have been a big fan of Christopher Moore when a colleague recommended him years ago. Now I can hardly wait for his next book.
“"As you know, in addition to my other studies, I am an amateur necrolinguist--""It means he likes to lick the dead," explained Henri."It means he studies dead languages," corrected Lucien."Are you sure?""Yes," said the Professeur."My education is shit," said Henri, "Lying Priests."”pg 341
“That first class he saw form, line, light, shadow just long enough to get a bit of the drawing down, but then he'd be yanked ot of his work by nipples! No, not by the nipples, but by general nipples - of concept - the model's nipples, and his concentraion would collapse in a cascade of images and urges that had nothing whatever to do with art. For the first week, as the poor girl posed, Lucien battled the urge to stand up and yell, "For the love of God, she's naked over there, aren't any of you thinking about bonking her?" Of course they were, they were men, and except for the gay ones, they were only getting any art done at all if they managed to put that feeling to bed.”pg 96
“"I'll have you know that if you hurt my son again, if he so much as sighs sadly over his coffee, I will hire a man, a Russian, probably, to hunt you down and rip all that shiny black hair from your head, then break your skinny arms and legs, and set you on fire, and then put you out with a hammer. And should there be children from your beastly rutting, I shall have the Russian man cut them into tiny pieces and feed them to Madame Jacob's dog. Because, although he many be only a worthless, simpleminded, libertine artist, Lucien is my favorite, and I will not have him hurt. Do you understand?" Juliette just nodded. "Good day, then," said Madame Lessard. "Go with God." And she glided across the bakery and up the stairs. "I'm her favorite," said Lucien with a big smile.”pg 54
“Of course war had come to the butte before. In the first century BC the Romans had built a temple to Mars, the god of war, on the mount, and from that point forward, you couldn't catapult a cow at Paris without someone setting up for siege on Montmartre. With her seven freshwater wells, her windmills, her vegetable gardens, and her commanding view of the entire city, everyone agreed that there was no better butte on which to be besieged.”pg 76
“He preferred not to think of his mother as having hips. He preferred to not think of her as a woman at all, more as a traveling mass of loving annoyance - a mother-shaped storm that inhabited the bakery and, in bringing rain for the growth of the living things over which she hovered, didn't mind scaring the piss out of them with a few thunderbolts from time to time.”
“Papa, what is raping?"....."Lucien, you have heard the term 'making love'?""Yes, Papa, like when you and Maman are kissing and tickling and laughing. Regine said that is what you were doing."Pere Lessard swallowed hard. It was a small apartment, but he always thought the children were alseep when--That spiteful woman and her giggling. "Yes, that is right. Well, rape is the opposite. It is making hate.”Père Lessard
Part I - Sacred Blue
Prelude in Blue
One - Wheat Field with Crows
Interlude in Blue #1: Sacre Bleu
Two - The Women, They Come and Go
Three - The Wrestling Dogs of Montmartre, Paris
Four - Pentimento
Five - Gentlemen with Paint Under Their Nails
Interlude in Blue #2: Making the Blue
Six - Portrait of a Rat Catcher
Part II - The Blue Nude
Seven - Form, Line, Light, Shadow
Interlude in Blue #3: A Frog in Time
Eight - Aphrodite Waving Like a Lunatic
Nine - Nocturne in Black and Gold
Ten - Rescue
Eleven - Camera Obscura
Twelve - Le Professeur Deux
Thirteen - The Woman in the Storeroom
Fourteen - We are Painters, and Therefore Somewhat Useless
Fifteen - The Little Gentleman
Sixteen - It's Pronounced Bas'tahrd
Seventeen - In the Latin Quarter
Eighteen - Trains in Time
Nineteen - The Dark Carp of Giverny
Twenty - Breakfast at the Black Cat
Twenty-One - A Sudden Illness
Twenty-Two - The End of the Master
Part III - Amused
Twenty-Three - Closed Due to Death
Twenty-Four - The Architecture of Amusement
Twenty-Five - The Painted People
Twenty-Six - The The, the The, and the Color Theorist
Twenty-Seven - The Case of the Smoldering Shoes
Twenty-Eight - Regarding Maman
Twenty-Nine - Two Grunts Rising
Thirty - The Last Seurat
Epilogue in Blue: Then there was Blue, Cher
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