Manet’s Civil Wars, part II: The Siege of Paris

“…every war is worse than expected.” – Paul Fussell

During the Franco-Prussian war everyone in Paris, whether painter, poet, or plumber, was swept up by history. Even after the abdication of Napoleon III and the birth of the new Republic that Édouard Manet and his fellow Impressionists had long dreamt of, the armies of the “Government of Defense” continued to suffer defeat after humiliating defeat across French territory. By the autumn of 1870, there seemed little hope of stopping Prussian forces in their relentless drive towards Paris.

The Siege

As bad news continued to flood in, many Parisians – if they had the means – fled from the city. Monet, who had a military exemption purchased by his father, headed north — crossing the Channel to London. There he was joined by Camille and their son where a small artists community of exiles was forming. Pissarro (who was technically a Danish citizen) came with his family, then Sisley, Daubigny, and their art dealer Durand-Ruel. Cezanne headed in the opposite direction — home to the south of France — to avoid being drafted.

1870 Paris: Manet (left) in Bazille’s studio/Bazille in uniform

Manet and Degas, however, stayed to defend their city. Partisans of the new French Republic like so many of their friends, they enlisted in the National Guard. Renoir joined the cavalry. Rodin was drafted but later dismissed because he was too nearsighted. Gauguin served in the French navy in a group that captured four German ships. Frédéric Bazille, a close friend of Monet and Renoir, was killed leading an assault on the Prussians 65 miles south of Paris. Corot, in his 70s, refused to leave his studio and donated huge sums to the poor of Paris. Courbet, Gustave Moreau, Fantin-Latour, and Daumier also remained. Berthe Morisot, who could have spent the war far from the fighting with her sister in Normandy, insisted on staying with her parents in the city’s affluent neighborhood of Passy.

As the Prussians drew closer, the battered, retreating French armies, along with farmers from the countryside, poured into Paris. The population of the capital grew rapidly – just as the new Republican government was struggling to figure out how to feed a city about to be cut off from the outside world.

The Siege of Paris began in mid-September 1870, less than two months after the war began. The overwhelming confidence at the beginning of the war had now soured into fatalism. While the defenders had many new recruits, one general said, “We have many men, but few soldiers.” The Prussian armies systematically surrounded the city and began choking its life out.

Manet was stationed on the ramparts during the Siege, sleeping on straw whenever he had the chance. He wrote to his wife:

I hope this letter will reach you. . . Paris is determined to defend itself to the last and I think their audacity will cost them dearly…. I was on guard at the ramparts yesterday and the day before. We heard the guns going all night long. We’re all getting quite used to the noise….

Much to his chagrin, his commanding officer was Ernest Meissonier, an academic artist celebrated by the Salon, whose work he despised. Meissonier, in turn, refused to acknowledge Manet as a fellow artist – even though he certainly recognized him and knew his work.

Meissonier, Napoléon III at the Battle of Solferino, 1863

Understandably, Manet (like Degas) did little work during this period. He had closed his studio and removed his paintings when the German bombardment began. But, inspired by Goya’s great print cycle “The Disasters of War,” he did one small etching – Line in front of Butcher Shop. What looks at first like a pleasant depiction of city life in the style of Japanese prints is in fact a visual record of Parisian women trying desperately to get food because their families are starving. Manet wrote,

[The] butcher shops open only three times a week, and there are queues in front of their doors from four in the morning, and the last in line get nothing.

Manet, Line in Front of the Butcher Shop, 1870

Nearly lost in the pattern of umbrellas is the only hint that we are witnessing a scene of panic — a soldier’s bayonet poking up at top center. The soldier is there to keep the crowd from getting out of control.

Even in her fashionable neighborhood, Berthe Morisot suffered during the Siege. Like so many others in Paris over those long four months, she became seriously ill, faced artillery bombardment, a bitterly cold winter (the Seine was frozen for three weeks), and near starvation. All across the city, citizens burned whatever they could find to keep warm. With little food left in the city, Parisians turned to the Zoo for meat.  Pets were eaten, then rats. The guns that had been so proudly exhibited by the Germans at the 1867 Paris World’s Fair now bombarded the city day and night.

The French surrender

October 1870 – Léon Gambetta flees.

In October, the Minister of Interior escaped Paris by balloon. At the end of November, Manet, now an officer, fought in one last attempt to break the Prussian siege. Known as “The Great Sortie from Paris,” the Battle of Villiers was a disaster. Amidst flooding and bitter cold, the French lost 5,000 soldiers and retreated the eight miles back to Paris after only five days.

With winter setting in and Paris starving, the National Government could see no alternative to surrender. On January 26, 1871, France agreed to a ceasefire and an armistice with Germany. As part of the agreement, the Germans were given Alsace-Lorraine, the historically French territories west of the Rhine.

 

German Soldiers at the Arc de Triomphe, Paris, 2 March 1871

With the German guns finally silent, Manet and Degas, like many other Parisians, left the wounded city for the French countryside. On March 2, the French nation suffered the  humiliation of seeing the German armies marching victoriously down the Champs-Elysees and through their Arc de Triomphe. 

Civil War: The Commune

But peace did not last long in Paris. The treaty with the Germans was considered treachery by the local defenders, who refused to accept defeat or turn over their arms and cannons to the National Government. Instead, they formed a local governing body which they called “The Commune.”

Barricades, March 18, 1871

Battles broke out in the streets — a civil war between the French military desperately trying to keep control and the local National Guard, radicalized by the war and supporting the new revolutionary city government. Barricades were raised all over the city.

The French national government in response ordered their troops to retake control of the city. But many soldiers, already convinced of the incompetence of their generals, refused to fire on their own countrymen. Rather than pointing weapons at the rebels, soldiers stripped off their uniforms and joined the rebellion. In one incident, rather than following orders to fire on a crowd, they shot the generals. After dragging them into the gutter, citizens took turns peeing on them. Control of the city by the federal government quickly began to collapse. In a few days, the local forces succeeded in raising the red flag of the Commune in public buildings all over the city. The humiliated remnants of the French national forces had no choice but to leave the city. 

In the minds of the French government, now headquartered in Versailles, this was only a temporary tactical retreat. Declaring an independent Paris unacceptable, plans were made for an assault by French forces on its own capital.  The Communards were open to a negotiated settlement, saying their goal was not an independent state but some degree of self-rule.

The government response was swift and deadly.  Cracking down on the rebellion, the army turned their cannons on Paris. The first bombardment hit the western side of the city, not far from Berthe Morisot’s family home.

Manet, now in southwestern France, was horrified to learn what his long dreamed of French Republic had devolved into.  He wrote bitterly to his fellow artist Félix Bracquemond, about their “unhappy country” and “the appalling depths to which we have fallen.”

The battle for Paris

The Communards had spirit but were never an effective army. A band of independent thinkers of many political flavors who shared mistrust of any central control, they chose to fight when and where they saw fit. Their leadership style was characterized as “perpetual improvisation.”

Yet, even though outnumbered five to one, the ragtag worker army ended up being more effective fighters than the regular, conscripted government soldiers. They were inspired not only by their cause, but because they were defending their homes and families. Sadly, their heroism and tenacity only resulted in adding more weeks to the months of destruction in Paris.

Notre Dame in flames, April 15, 2019

To get some sense of what Parisians suffered during this period, think back to the shocking scenes from 2019 when Notre Dame Cathedral was burning. As upsetting as the damage to that iconic, beautiful landmark was, it was only one building. That single disaster cannot compare to the devastation of Paris during the Terrible Year — first in the futile war with Prussia and then at the hands of the French military.

French guns pounded the city for weeks, even hitting their own Arc de Triomphe several times. The Palais de Justice, the Palais-Royal and the Hotel de Ville were turned into rubble. The Barbizon painter Millet wrote, “Isn’t it frightful what these wretches have done to Paris? Such unprecedented monstrosities make those Vandals [who sacked Rome] look conservative.” 

Burning of Tuileries Palace (Louvre at top), May 23, 1871

The Communards themselves set fire to the Tuileries Palace, directly across from the Louvre. Once the magnificent residence of French kings and Napoleon, it burned for two days and became a pile of smoldering ruins. Today, only its famous gardens remain.

The Louvre, too, ended up in flames. Its priceless art collection survived only by luck, when a heavy rain put out the fires. Sadly, its library and the adjacent Finance Ministry were destroyed.

Finance Ministry, 1871

Most civilians were trapped in their homes by the bombardment and fighting in the streets. In April, when a delegation from the Commune pleaded with the leader of the French government for mercy, President Adolphe Thiers answered, “A few buildings will be damaged, a few people killed, but the law will prevail.”

Thiers had once been a radical journalist but, not surprisingly, was now detested by most Republicans. Flaubert in a letter to George Sand called the President an “abject pustule.” Manet referred to him as “that little twit” and proof that France was ruled by “doddering old fools.”

Thiers mocked in a Commune newspaper. “Forward! F**k of a f**k, and watch out for Parisians!”

As the battle for Paris dragged on, fires burnt throughout the city’s center, destroying thousands of homes. Berthe Morisot’s mother wrote:

Paris is on fire! This is beyond any description…A vast column of smoke covered Paris and at night a luminous red cloud, horrible to behold, made it all look like a volcanic eruption. There were continual explosions and detonations…It is unbelievable, a nation destroying itself!

By May, starvation and illness were rampant – just as they had been during the Prussian Siege. Added to these miseries were the vicious reprisals by both sides.

The last week of May would become known as “the Bloody Week.” Government firing squads and civilian vigilantes roamed the streets, conducting executions all over Paris.  Suspicion ruled – suspected spies were dragged away and shot without trial. When it was rumored that women were firebombing buildings, the federal forces began shooting any woman seen carrying a bottle on the street. The Archbishop of Paris, who had organized relief for his city during the Prussian siege, was arrested then shot by a Communard firing squad. In one day, the French army rounded up hundreds of rebels in the beautiful Luxembourg Gardens and executed them. Degas’s father wrote to him “one had to climb over [bodies] in order to walk down the street.”

Commune barricade defended by women soldiers

Using guerilla tactics, Communards fought neighborhood by neighborhood against government forces. But they were outgunned and finally overwhelmed. After weeks of street fighting, on May 28th, the French army forced the surrender of the last holdouts in Montmartre – where the uprising had begun. The civil war and Bloody Week were finally over. It is estimated that as many as 30,000 Parisians died during these final months of unrest.

Paris after “The Bloody Week”

Manet was back in Paris when the Commune surrendered. He had returned from the Pyrenees to join the Communards in the final struggles against the French army. As Manet wrote to Morisot, even with all the destruction and suffering, he had found it “…impossible to live elsewhere.”

End of Part Two

Manet’s Civil Wars

In June 1864, the painter Édouard Manet was trying to recover from the brutality of the critics’ response to his Salon entries that January. This had followed on the heels of being treated as a laughingstock the year before when he exhibited a painting that became infamous in Paris, Le Déjeuner sur l’herbe (Luncheon on the Grass), at the Salon des Refusés (the Salon of the Refused). Despite his desire to be accepted by the academic community, Manet found himself described as a radical artist, ignorant of the basic tenets of art. Somewhat bewildered, he was searching for a subject that could revive his reputation and ensure his admission into the next Salon.

Édouard Manet, Le Déjeuner sur L’herbe, 1863

What was the Salon?

In today’s art scene with its myriad pathways for exhibiting, the importance and power of the Salon is hard to comprehend. Begun in the early 1800s to show off the work of academic prize winners in the Louvre’s Salon de Carré (hence its name), by the 1860s it had become essentially the only exhibition in Paris that mattered. If you were a young artist, you had to be accepted to the annual Salon to receive any kind of notice. An academic jury consisting of members of the Ecole de Beaux-Arts and prizewinning artists from previous Salons served as either your gateway to a future in art or your roadblock. The judges expected paintings with historical, uplifting subject matter or scenes from mythology. All submissions were expected to be “skilled,” in other words, have a polished, finished appearance.

Édouard Dantan, A Corner of the Salon

Unfortunately, acceptance to an annual Salon was only the first step. Where and how your work was hung in its many rooms also mattered.  In the 19th century, artworks were displayed in rows stacked up along the walls. A small painting hung high near a doorway would never attract notice, while a work placed at eye level in a grand room could mean a great deal to an artist’s reputation.

The Battle

While preparing for the annual family vacation along the Normandy coast of France, Manet read in the Paris newspapers about an exciting naval battle of American ships that had just taken place off the harbor of Cherbourg. In one of the most important sea battles of the American Civil War, the Union’s USS Kearsage, which had crossed the Atlantic on a mission to sink one ship — the Confederate navy’s CSS Alabama — finally caught it.

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When Clement Greenberg met Norman Rockwell

After World War II, the center of the art universe shifted and New York City replaced Paris as the home of the avant-garde. In Manhattan’s downtown bars and studios, passions ran high. Arguments about art and ideas often turned into celebrated drunken brawls. Amidst the turbulent turf wars, one art critic reigned supreme – Clement Greenberg. His discovery of Jackson Pollock led to the rise of Abstract Expressionism as the dominant art form in the post-war art world. His opinions were followed intensely, even feared, by artists, dealers, and collectors.

Mercedes Matter, Willem de Kooning, Philip Guston, Frank O’Hara, and Elaine de Kooning at Cedar Tavern, NYC, 1960. [Photo: Arthur Swoger]

Yet, despite the New York School’s position as the foremost movement in Modern Art, if you asked most Americans in the 1950s to name their favorite artist, they would probably have said Norman Rockwell, the beloved illustrator of covers for the Saturday Evening Post. For decades, the Post had been the most popular magazine of its time. Self-proclaimed as “America’s Magazine,” its covers depicted an ideal small-town America, not unlike the New England towns where Rockwell spent most of his adult life. In fact, his models were often his neighbors. His covers were regularly turned into posters and found their way onto the walls of homes across the country.

Norman Rockwell, “The Discovery,” Saturday Evening Post, December 29, 1956

This frustrated Clement Greenberg, who was justifiably proud of the emergence of New York as the global center of art. In his best-known essay, “Avant-Garde and Kitsch,” he struggled to understand how such a strange state of affairs was possible and why the citizens of his country were not embracing their great cultural victory. At the end of its very first sentence, he almost calls out Rockwell by name:

“One and the same civilization produces simultaneously two such different things as a poem by T. S. Eliot and a Tin Pan Alley song, or a painting by Braque and a Saturday Evening Post cover.”

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Kokoschka’s Alma Mahler doll

A strange, life-size doll is at the center of one of the Modern era’s most bizarre episodes. Its inspiration was the sudden end of an intense love affair between the Expressionist painter Oskar Kokoschka and the fascinating Alma Mahler.

Born in 1879, Alma Maria Schindler grew up surrounded by the best of Viennese society. Her father was a noted painter; Crown Prince Rudolf was one of his patrons. While she would become a composer and a writer, it is her love affairs with some of the most important artists, architects, and composers of the 20th century that have kept her celebrity alive since her death in 1964. Continue reading

Father Ivan and his Children

Ivan Sutherland and his robot crawler, 1983

In 1982, Ivan Sutherland got on a six-legged walking robot he had built and took his first ride. His students at Carnegie Mellon Institute called the eight foot long machine “The Trojan Cockroach.” To Sutherland it was as an “electric animal,” which he made because he thought it would be fun. Fun has always been Sutherland’s inspiration.

When denied my minimum daily adult dose of technology, I get grouchy. I believe that technology is fun, especially when computers are involved, a sort of grand game or puzzle with ever so neat parts to fit together. I have turned down several lucrative administrative jobs because they would deny me that fun. If the technology you do isn’t fun for you, you may wish to seek other employment. Without the fun, none of us would go on.”

The Trojan Cockroach was the first computer controlled robot that could carry a human being. But it is merely a footnote in the life of the man known as “Father Ivan,” since he is the person who gave birth to computer graphics and who, along with his many students, helped usher in the Computer Age.

Sketchpad

Sketchpad demonstrated in 1963.

Computer graphics was born in 1962. Its twenty-four year old father, Ivan Sutherland, was then a graduate student at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, and his child, who he named Sketchpad, was his doctoral thesis. Sutherland’s program for MIT’s TX2 computer enabled him to draw directly on its nine-inch cathode ray tube with a light pen. For the first time in history, digital images were created by hand and appeared as the artist was working on them (rather than in a printout hours later). Continue reading

Loïe Fuller: Artist and Inspiration

While at the Cleveland Art Museum earlier this month, my attention was caught by an impressive plaster head by Rodin. It was immediately familiar as a large scale version of one of the heads from his famous The Burghers of Calais, but I thought it even more moving in its own right. The marks of Rodin’s fingers as he created such a sorrowful expression were amplified by pencil marks and the traces of colored washes — I never knew Rodin did such things. But I was surprised a second time when I read the label and it said “Gift of Loïe Fuller.”

I was already aware that Loïe Fuller was an extraordinary woman. Could she be even more extraordinary than I knew?

Marie Louise Fuller was born in 1862 on a farm outside of Chicago. As a young girl, she was inspired to be an actress by Sarah Bernhardt. She found her truer calling while acting in a play, when she twirled her long white skirt in a way that suggested a rising butterfly. The audience loved it and soon she was performing across the country as a dancer in vaudeville, burlesque, and even Buffalo Bill’s Wild West Show.  Known best for her free-spirited Serpentine dance, today she is considered one of the founders of Modern Dance despite never having taken any lessons. But it wasn’t until she was 30 and crossed the Atlantic that she became one of the most famous dancers in the world.

As Loïe Fuller, she became the toast of Paris when she opened her show at the Folies-Bergère in 1892. At the center of an empty dark stage, Fuller entered in a white silk costume of her own design and then flung the material out in ever-changing huge abstract forms. Unbeknownst to the audience, inside hundreds of yards of fabric, she had sewn in bamboo sticks to push out the shapes. Colored lights, manipulated with mirrors from the sides of the stage, illuminated the billowing forms. Audiences were mesmerized by the magical metamorphosis taking place before their eyes.

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Bernini’s Passionate Affair

Regular visitors to Florence’s Bargello, home to its great sculpture collection, know well the frustration of finding rooms, sometimes the whole second floor, closed. Imagine my shock in June to discover that not only was the second floor open but galleries I had never seen before. In one, amidst display cases with coins, was a treasure I didn’t know existed, but learned later was quite famous and considered perhaps Gianlorenzo Bernini’s finest portrait sculpture – his bust of Costanza Bonarelli. According to the label,

This celebrated bust is the most famous of Bernini’s portraits. It is a very ‘private’ image that he perhaps made for himself and kept in his home for a long time…

Gianlorenzo Bernini, Portrait of Costanza Bonarelli, marble, 1637-1638. Museo Nazionale del Bargello, Florence.

Costanza was the wife of one of Bernini’s assistants, when the artist was in his late thirties and working in Rome. He fell passionately in love with her and carried on an illicit affair.

Sensuality is a hallmark of Bernini’s work. The passion in his Ecstasy of Saint Teresa is well-known to every art history student. Gazing at his much more direct portrait of Costanza, it is not hard to share the feelings of the sculptor for this young woman. She seems to be portrayed just after a liaison. Her hair is disheveled, her dressing gown is wrinkled, unbuttoned, and hangs loosely across her breasts. One can easily imagine that her make-up is long gone. Costanza looks out with parted, sensual lips and seems a bit dazed.

Bonarelli was no servant girl, but a member of the noble Piccolomini family of Siena, whose members included two popes, the dukes of Amalfi, and the patron of Galileo. However, by the 1600s the fortunes of her family line had tumbled and, before she married, the young Costanza had received money from two religious fraternities to keep her from a life on the streets. Her husband, Matteo, began working for Bernini about two years before this sculpture was made in 1637 or 1638. At the time, Costanza was about 24 years old and had been married for five years.

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The Journey of Mario’s Legendary Father

Ancient burial caves of the Zuiganji Temple in Matsushima, JapanAround 1960, a small boy who liked to explore nature without a map was wandering in the forest near his village. He was frightened when he accidentally discovered the entrance to a cave in the woods. Later, he got up the courage to return alone from his house with a lantern. His decision to explore the cave’s passageways would take on greater meaning in the years to come.

The boy was Shigeru Miyamoto and he grew up to be one of the founding fathers of electronic game design. As a young man, he wanted to be a manga artist and went to college for art and design. After graduation, his father got him an interview at an old Japanese company that specialized in playing cards, but had begun to expand its offerings into electronic toys – Nintendo. Miyamoto brought children’s clothes hangers in the shape of animals that he had designed and convinced the company to hire its first artist.

A couple of years later, motivated by the huge success of video arcades, Nintendo built their own version of Space Invaders that failed dismally. Stuck with two thousand unsold arcade units, they turned to their artist and asked if he could come up with a better game. At this time, video arcades games, while popular, were little more than shapes shooting and attacking other shapes. But in 1982 that all changed when Nintendo released Miyamoto’s Donkey Kong. Donkey Kong was the first arcade game with a story and characters – a gorilla, the girl he kidnapped but loved, and a hero – a carpenter known in this game as “Mr. Video,” later “Jumpman,” and finally, “Mario” (named for the landlord of Nintendo’s warehouse in Seattle, Washington). Continue reading

Diary of an Affair: Picasso and Marie-Thérèse

As the sun set in Paris, on January 8, 1927, Pablo Picasso was walking past a fashionable department store when his eyes fell upon a young shopper. Immediately infatuated, the artist (then unhappily married and in his mid-forties) took Marie-Thérèse Walter by the arm and said, “I’m Picasso! You and I are going to do great things together!” She was confused by the man and unaware of who he might be. Picasso introduced himself by dragging her into a bookshop and showing her a book filled with reproductions of his paintings. Thus began a passionate affair and an enormously productive period for Picasso. Continue reading

Florence News: New Botticelli rooms open in Uffizi

The long awaited new Botticelli rooms at the Uffizi opened in mid-October after being closed for fifteen months. The heavy dark planked ceiling is gone and the Early Renaissance master’s works are now spread across three rooms with white walls and brighter lighting. While most paintings are still covered in glass, it is less obtrusive. Glare has been minimized.The most famous works, the Birth of Venus and Primavera, are given generous space and recessed into gallery walls.

In the new layout, all Botticelli’s works have been restored and given more space. There is a fresh feeling like a newly constructed home compared to the old dark and crowded spaces. While you can’t actually smell the new paint, you can still see the marks of the suction cups used to place the glass in front of the Birth of Venus.

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