I have many books on Impressionist art, which I love, but little on the private lives of the artists. This book whet my appetite for more. Oh, to have lived those days in Paris, to have been a part of this new art form, to have rubbed elbows with Manet, Renoir, Cezanne, Pissarro! I would have loved it!
My son visited Giverny last year. Ironically, a light rain fell that day, but his photos of the garden are just as described in this novel.
Through this book, I learned so much about Monet; interesting facts about his life, his struggles, and his poverty. Perhaps many artists of all mediums can relate to what it takes to give themselves over to their art because it is their destiny. How fortunate we are that Monet had Camille, a woman who believed in and encouraged him through thick and thin. I loved this story nearly as much as I love Monet’s paintings.