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Painting on the Edge of Madness

Painting on the Edge of Madness

11     Jackson Pollock is probably the most famous, and certainly the most notorious, of
2 that group of artists that came of age in the 1940's and 50's in New York, known as
3 Abstract Expressionists. Many observers credit him with freeing American art from its
4 tutelage to the European tradition and place him among the greatest painters of the 20th
5 century, in the exalted company of Cézanne, Matisse and Picasso. But whatever one's
6 judgment of Pollock's artistic stature, it is undeniable that he was instrumental in shifting
7 the center of esthetic gravity in the art world from Paris to New York. Perhaps more than
8 any of his colleagues, he epitomizes the Abstract Expressionists' celebration of
9 unmediated impulse and feeling. In the vibrant canvases of his mature work, paint is
10 dripped and poured and splattered in exuberant yet highly controlled bursts of lyrical
11 abstraction.
212     Pollock was a tortured man, a desperate alcoholic whose life oscillated between
13 painful, inarticulate shyness when he was sober and frighteningly aggressive, often
14 violent outbursts when he was drunk. Even among the rough-and-tumble crow d of artists
15 who frequented the Cedar Tavern in Greenwich Village, his behavior was extreme, with
16 evenings often ending in fights and encounters with the police. The painter Robert
17 Motherwell suggests that for Pollock 'the alcoholism was essential: ft let him pull out all
18 the stops ... Without the alcohol there might not be the work.' Perhaps this is true. But it
19 is worth noting that most of Pollock's best work was done during his two years of
20 sobriety from 1948 to 1950. He continued painting in the early 50's but by the end of
21 1954 he had virtually stopped working. He was 44 years old when he died in a car
22 accident.
323     Pollock spectacularly embodied the Romantic image of the doomed artist teetering
24 on the edge of madness, struggling to give artistic form to the feelings that overwhelm
25 him . Such a life naturally provides an attractive subject for the biographer, and Jeffrey
26 Potter has been diligent about exploiting his material. To a Violent Grave, his oral
27 biography of Jackson Pollock, has 12 chapters, which take us from Pollock's birth to his
28 death. Within each chapter Mr Potter has more or less thematically arranged bits of
29 interviews with the painter's friends and relatives, his neighbors and his associates in the
30 art world. Himself Pollock's neighbor in East Hampton for seven years, Mr Potter
31 intersperses his text with commentaries designed to acquaint us with the pertinent facts
32 about and the actors in Pollock's life. The result hardly constitutes a biographical
33 narrative, but the patient reader will be able to discern the basic shape of Pollock's life.
34 Mr Potter's book is less a biography than an exercise in gossip, an excuse for people to
35 talk about themselves and settle old scores under the guise of reminiscing about the
36 celebrated figure they have known.
437     One of the characteristic features of such oral biography is an abundance of
38 irrelevant trivia. No doubt it is meant to supply the book with a feeling of immediacy an d
39 local color. Mr Potter does not shrink from attempting to do that, and his book is full of
40 pointless detail. 'What stays with me is that baked Virginia ham,' one man recalls about
41 Pollock's funeral. ' 1 never tasted such ham, never.'
542     An even less attractive feature of oral biography is its tendency towards
43 unrestrained resentfulness; since the 'author' is simply quoting his interviewees, he need
44 take no responsibility for their statements, no matter how outrageous.
645     'Jackson Pollock and 1 shared some personality equivalents,' Mr Potter informs us
46 at the beginning of his book. 'We saw ourselves as outsiders.' He tells us he was planning
47 a novel with Pollock as the hero to be called 'The Outsider'. Insofar as the world of art is
48 concerned, Mr Potter has certainly shown himself to be an outsider. And while it is hard
49 to say what he would have contrived in a novel about Pollock, judging from the present
50 production we should be thankful for small favors.
 
     Roger Kimball in the 'New York Times Book Review', February 2, 1986