Ingrid D. RowlandReseñas

This would be fantastic for an art history major who speaks basic Italian. Others may find it a bit dry. The fifth disc did not work properly on the CD audiobook. I think that is unacceptable. What I did hear of the audio book was great. But I recommend listening to it on audible because the CD's are poorly manufactured. You will need to get the book in print so you can see pictures of the artwork being discussed. The CD does not include a booklet of pictures, -1/2 star.½

I received an early review copy of the audio book CD version of "The Collector of Lives: Giorgio Vasari and the Invention of Art" by Ingrid Rowland and had hoped to listen to it during my commute. But this book is not an easy-to-listen-to-in-the-car sort of book. The narrator pronounces the Italian wonderfully, but when you are not familiar with the people and place names, it is easy to lose focus on the spoken words. You start to hear a pretty-sounding but meaningless syllables.

I agree with the other reviewers that this book really need an accompanying booklet so we can see the portraits of the "collected lives" as well as the artwork that is being described.

Sadly, the audio glitch on the 5th CD provided enough of an interruption that I never did finish the book.

What a delightful audiobook!

Much of the art history was familiar to me, but the story of biographer Giorgio Vasari was not. The authors deliver a lot of historical & biographical detail, but provides reminders along the way so that all those Medici and popes don't run together in the listener's mind. The narrator's voice is pleasant, and her delivery is varied and lively. (I will be seeking out other audiobooks she has read.) She handled the Italian names skillfully, but enunciated carefully enough that I could recognize them from my textbooks years ago.

It might be nice if there was a companion booklet in the audiobook's case with small reproductions of the various artists' work, but I very much enjoyed the story without that.

Two of the discs (#5 and one other) had flaws so I missed portions of the text.

(ObDisc: I received a copy of this book to review.)½

I received a CD version of this book through LibraryThing's Early Reviewers program. It's reasonably interesting, but not suited to audio book format, given that it focuses on visual arts. I enjoyed stretches of this, but overall it felt poorly organized. If you love art history, you may appreciate it. Otherwise, I wouldn't recommend it—at least not in audio book format.

Ingrid Rowland and Noah Charney’s book “The Collector of Lives” is a fascinating and educational ride through the history of art history, the renaissance, church history and the artists we think of as the foundation of western art. The book chronicles the life of Giorgio Vasari born in Tuscany who lived from 1511 to 1574. Vassari, considered the father of art history, was a sculptor, painter, writer and architect in his own right and lived at the center of art in renaissance Italy (although it was not known as Italy until later.) Vasari is perhaps best known for his book “Lives of the Most Eminent Painters, Sculptors and Architects” which is considered the first book of art history. In fact, the artists we consider foundational to western art are those Vasari chose to include in his writings and our views of western art could have been much different but for Vasari’s promotion of Raphael, Michelangelo and Leonardo. I was amazed that one person writing in the 1500 could have had that much influence on the modern perception of art.
As was the custom of the time creators of art such as Vasari were engaged to create works for elite families and the church. Vasari had a long running relationship with Medici family, a military, religious and social force in Florence that included royalty, cardinals, popes and military leaders. Through the elite’s sponsorship of art, they promoted their version of history, publicly demonstrated spiritual devotion as much of the art of the time was religious in nature and created legacy. It was in this context that Vassari came to know most of the leaders of his society, the papacy and its artists. In his engagements by the Medici family and others he came to know intimately the work of the artists of prior generations and his direct peers. It was through this knowledge that he came to write his books while simultaneously completing commissions for painting, sculpture and architecture. Prior to Vasari’s writings practitioners of art were considered craftsmen and were to large degree anonymous. In his books he chronicled in great detail the works of specific artists and told the story of art thereby elevating the creators of art from craftsmen to artists. His work was the beginning of the cult of personality in art and promoted the concept that art flowed from the divine through a particular person.
Rowland and Charney’s book brought Vassari and the art of his time from dry abstraction and history to the personal and relevant. I was given an audio version of the book to review which I supplemented with a hard copy of the book from a local library. I recommend a hard copy of the book as it is about 400 pages and you will want to underline and make notes as the quantity of information is significant.

A book about a book. Giorgio Vasari’s, “Lives of the Artists”, is the Ur edition of Italian Renaissance Art History, based in Tuscany, centered in Florence.

This reviewer was provided with the audio book read by Jennifer M. Dixon, who articulates the Italian pronunciations crisply and effortlessly.

This recounting of the life of author Vasari and the subjects of his “Lives of the Artists” contains details and anecdotes of interest to art historians, artists, architects and designers - as well as Italophiles.

Unfortunately disc five was unplayable so I missed that section of the audio book. The remaining eleven discs provided a detailed education into the lives of Vasari, Leonardo, Michelangelo and many other luminaries and lesser lights of the Italian renaissance art world. Details include background on specific works of art and their patrons including the Medicis, Popes and prominent Italian families.

Highly recommended, this work would be a great addition to a road trip. The subject is targeted at the artistically and historically inclined. It's very informationally dense so that doing distracting activities while listening is sure to miss details. Best with a good audio system and a nice Chianti.

While Giorgio Vasari was a sculptor , a painter and an architect, he is primarily known for Lives of Artists, which even 500 years after its initial publication is still regarded as the definitive work on Italian Renaissance Art. This book tells of how he raised up the careers of artists like Raphael, Michelangelo and da Vinci, while ignoring or disparaging others.

As a novice to art history, I found all this fascinating. However, this is probably a book I'd rather have in print. As an audio book, all those Italian names and painting techniques at times just rolled into an an incomprehensible string of pleasant, but meaningless sounds.

I love tales of the bizarre, especially bizarre history or archaeology - so I surprised by how bored I was with this book. I found myself skimming great numbers of pages of errata or background information, and I just kept hoping the author would get to the meat of the story.

Fans of detailed descriptions of 17th century Italian society are probably cursing my ancestry now (that’s ok, I curse them all the time). Just too much academic historical arcana for me - it seemed like this story could have been told with a long-ish magazine article.

Rowland's biography of Bruno, who was burnt at the stake as a heretic for, amongst other things, espousing a philosophy which saw the universe as infinite with no center, is caught in a slightly awkward spot of not really committing to being either a biography or a study of his philosophy. Rowland provides short excerpts of his work, usually written in poetic or dialogue form, and spends much of the time tracing his exile through Europe, with little meaningful interaction with his contemporaries. It's only really at the end, when he lands in front of the Inquisition, that she settles into detail. When in the epilogue Kepler writes to Galileo 'Do not, therefore, Galileo, begrudge our predecessors their proper credit ... you refine a doctrine borrowed from Bruno,' you're more surprised than you should be for someone who's just read a book on him.

It's hard when you only read one of many accounts of a controversial figure; now I only know one perspective well. Giordano Bruno was many things; by emphasizing certain aspects of his work, one can paint him as whatever one wishes. Among others, Bruno was:

- Some sort of pantheist who believed that God was infinite, the little things don't matter, and anyone who got bogged down in detailed questions of dogma was an ass.

- An obnoxious prick who considered nearly everyone an ass, and frequently told them so.

- A master of memory who made much of his living by teaching his system to others. We know that he had a great memory; it's totally unclear whether he really had a system for it, because all his publications on it were geared to attracting students and therefore frustratingly vague. Many of his students were certainly dissatisfied.

- A "Falstaffian" skirt-chaser, by which I mean both lecherous and mostly unsuccessful.

- A genius at picking out the right theories from the maze available at the time. He was correct that the universe is infinite and made of atoms, and that the stars in the sky are like our own sun and should therefore have their own planets. None of those ideas are his, but half the battle is picking the right things to believe, and he was aces at that.

- A magician whose mnemonic system may have been in part magical and who published books on magic that discussed...oh, some kind of bonding between planetary figures and the spirit.

- A heretic who believed that Jesus was (again) an ass who disproved his divinity by asking God for a mulligan just before his death, and that transubstantiation is a stupid idea.

I guess some Catholics still believe in transubstantiation, but they think it happens without changing the physical makeup of the wafer (which is why it doesn't taste like chicken*). Lame. Did you know they used to argue about whether a blessed communion wafer would turn into Jesus meat if a mouse ate it? Like, they were really worried about that issue. I bet the mouse doesn't care.

Bruno wasn't the courageous martyr he's made out to be. When first faced with the Inquisition, he apologized profusely on his knees, happily renouncing all kinds of beliefs. It was only when he realized the tide had turned against him and he was going to die anyway that he backtracked and got fresh with the Inquisitors.

Unfortunately, the transcripts of his defense haven't survived, so we have only a summary written later to go on; that's better info than we have on many trials, but it's still second hand. We don't know, then, the full extent (or not) of his defiance. And it looks like we don't know for sure whether he believed in extraterrestrial life. Generally, his belief in "the plurality of planets" implied that he also believed there might be life on them, but I can find no first-hand mention of him saying so.

He's a strange hero: a tiny little man given to running his mouth, insulting people, occasionally slapping them, running all over Europe to escape trouble, feeling sorry for himself, trying to get back in the graces of various people and churches, and failing due to his own obnoxiousness. He was possibly a charlatan, certainly a heretic, and a total asshole. But he was also way ahead of his time in many ways, and right about pretty much everything, and he went to the stake with one of the great last lines: "Perhaps you pronounce this sentence against me with greater fear than I receive it." So: a strange hero he is.

* All meat you haven't eaten tastes like chicken. If it's meat from an animal widely seen as gross, then it tastes like chicken but "a little gamy."

Rowland's book downplays the magic and fails utterly to penetrate the mnemonics; it positions him as a guy who got it right with the science and whose accepting views of different religions made him a forerunner to today's more liberal religions (such as they are). Is that correct? Probably. But I suspect one could write a book emphasizing the sorcery and come out sounding pretty believable, too. I suspect Rowland of failing the Nero Test:** given two historical possibilities, she's inclined to take the more interesting one even if the other is slightly more supported. And she often repeats herself; I caught her saying the same thing three times in two pages at one point. But it's clear and engaging enough; I wouldn't warn you off it if you wanted to read up on your Bruno.

** Nero may have put Christians in baskets atop poles and set them on fire to use as streetlamps, but he probably didn't. But it makes a great story.

This is a collection of book reviews written by Rowland and almost all published in the New York Review of Books over the last 20 years. Most of the books reviewed are catalogs of shows of Renaissance art - all the big names.

There is no real direction to this book - each review just stands on its own. So one could certainly pick it up and just read any chapter in isolation or in any order at all.

It is a good fun read. One needn't have read any of the books reviewed. The reviews stand on their own very nicely, not just apart from each other but apart from the works reviewed. Rowland seems to know not only a lot about the world of the Renaissance, but also about how that world is discussed today. E.g. she does a nice job of comparing several books about Artemisia Gentileschi.

This book is more like a glass of champagne than a fitet mignon. It sparkles delightfully but is not filling. It might well work as an appetizer, sending the reader off to dig deeper into any of the directions it touches on.

I do love a good hoax. And Ingrid Rowland's The Scarith of Scornello: A Tale of Renaissance Forgery (University of Chicago Press, 2004) is the story of a pretty good hoax. In 1634, 19-year old Curzio Inghirami, his younger sister and a servant, wandering the grounds of their rural Tuscan estate near the old city of Volterra, "stumbled upon" a strange ball of pitch, fabric and hair which when broken revealed several pieces of linen rag paper on which were written certain 'prophecies' penned by one Prospero of Fiesole (Prosperus Fesulanus). More of these strange capsules, which became known as scarith (based on one of the inscriptions), were soon found near the same location, and they purported to be a series of writings dating from the late Etruscan period, around the mid-60s B.C.

The Inghirami clan rallied around young Curzio, claiming and then defending the authenticity of the scarith and their inscriptions - which, if accurate, raised their region to a certain historical prominence. Curzio published a compilation of the contents of the scarith in a lavish book, Ethruscarum Antiquitatum Fragmenta (Florence, 1636), complete with a false 1637 Frankfurt imprint. The book, richly made and illustrated with numerous woodcuts, copper engravings, and folding charts, was a triumph of book production ... but its flashy contents failed to convince the critics.

Rowland inexplicably fails to mention one of the first criticisms, by Meric Casaubon in his 1638 book A treatise of use and custome, but she does examine the strong critiques leveled at Inghirami's work by Leone Allacci and others, in which it was pointed out that Curzio's philological and forensic skills weren't quite up to par: his "Etruscan" inscriptions read left to right, rather than the correct right to left, and his inscriptions were written on rag paper, rather than the linen cloth known to have been used in actual Etruscan writings. Curzio also has his writer complain about running out of paper at one point, when the inscription was found balled up within several layers of extra paper ... which of course was setting aside the larger issue of the fact that the inscriptions were later found to be printed on paper bearing the watermark of the state paper factory. It's a good thing Curzio didn't show off his scarith very often.

The criticisms of Inghirami's work by Allacci and various others, as well as defenses written by Curzio himself and a few of his friends, are well outlined, and Rowland does well at placing Curzio's work in the context of Italian regional political and religious jockeying of the seventeenth century, with the struggle over Galilean scientific theory never far from the fore and the various regions families competing for influence. The book is well illustrated, although the small format has resulted in the compression of Inghirami's detailed engravings to an unfortunate degree. Almost fifty pages of footnotes with translations and much additional content, plus a delightfully-detailed bibliography, are welcome additions indeed.

There are some really interesting aspects to this case which bear some similarities to a few other literary forgeries: the "important discovery" by a young man who later published his findings in a luxurious book reminded me of William Henry Ireland's Miscellaneous papers and legal instruments under the hand and seal of William Shakspeare (1796); the regional patriotism brings to mind the Ossian forgeries of William Macpherson, and Rowland herself draws parallels with Thomas Chatterton. The "d'oh moment" with the watermarks is similar to the Vrain-Denis Lucas forgeries, although those (for reasons entirely unclear) held up far longer than they should have.

A must-read for the forgery buff. Anybody up for translating and reprinting the canon of original works? That I'd like to see. In the meantime, if you have £2,500, you can have your own copy of Ethruscarum Antiquitatum Fragmenta, via Arthur Freeman Rare Books (their description of the book, I have to say, is an absolute delight).

http://philobiblos.blogspot.com/2009/05/book-review-scarith-of-scornello.html½

A superficial account of Bruno's life and work. As the subtitle suggests, the book focuses on Bruno's philosophy and his conflicts with the Catholic Church; there are very few insights into his extremely enigmatic life.