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Farrar, Straus and Giroux
320 pages
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<P>A National Book Critics Circle Finalist for Criticism</P><P>A deeply Malcolmian volume on painters, photographers, writers, and critics.<BR><BR>Janet Malcolm’s <I>In the Freud Archives </I>and <I>The Journalist and the Murderer</I>, as well as her books<I> </I>about Sylvia Plath and Gertrude Stein, are canonical in<I> </I>the realm of nonfiction—as is the title essay of this<I> </I>collection, with its forty-one “false starts,” or serial attempts<I> </I>to capture the essence of the painter David<I> </I>Salle, which becomes a dazzling portrait of an artist.<I> </I>Malcolm is “among the most intellectually provocative<I> </I>of authors,” writes David Lehman in <I>The Boston Globe</I>,<I> </I>“able to turn epiphanies of perception into explosions<I> </I>of insight.”<BR><BR>Here, in <I>Forty-one False Starts</I>, Malcolm brings together essays published over the course of several decades (largely in <I>The New Yorker </I>and <I>The New York</I> <I>Review of Books</I>) that reflect her preoccupation with artists and their work. Her subjects are painters, photographers, writers, and critics. She explores Bloomsbury’s obsessive desire to create things visual <I>and </I>literary; the “passionate collaborations” behind Edward Weston’s nudes; and the character of the German art photographer Thomas Struth, who is “haunted by the Nazi past,” yet whose photographs have “a lightness of spirit.” In “The Woman Who Hated Women,” Malcolm delves beneath the “onyx surface” of Edith Wharton’s fiction, while in “Advanced Placement” she relishes the black comedy of the Gossip Girl novels of Cecily von Zeigesar. In “Salinger’s Cigarettes,” Malcolm writes that “the pettiness, vulgarity, banality, and vanity that few of us are free of, and thus can tolerate in others, are like ragweed for Salinger’s helplessly uncontaminated heroes and heroines.” “Over and over,” as Ian Frazier writes in his introduction, “she has demonstrated that nonfiction—a book of reporting, an article in a magazine, something we see every day—can rise to the highest level of literature.”</P><P> </P><P>One of <I>Publishers Weekly</I>'s Best Nonfiction Books of 2013