Tiepolo Blue

Cambridge, 1994. Nachdem er zu Studienzeiten von einem Kommilitonen zurückgewiesen wurde, hat der Kunsthistoriker Don Lamb der Liebe abgeschworen und sich ganz seiner Karriere verschrieben. Mit Anfang 40 führt er ein asketisches Professorenleben zwischen Hörsaal, Bibliothek und dem High Table, wo am Abend die Intrigen des Lehrkörpers gesponnen werden. Außerdem arbeitet er wie besessen an einem Buch über das Blau des Himmels in den monumentalen Fresken von Barock-Maler Giovanni Battista Tiepolo. Doch dann kommt der Knacks. Als im Peterhouse eine moderne Kunstinstallation aus Müll errichtet wird, ist Don dermaßen empört darüber, dass er seinem Gelehrten-Reservat den Rücken kehrt und stattdessen die Leitung eines Museums in London übernimmt. Damit bricht das wahre Leben über ihn herein - in Gestalt des jungen Künstlers Ben, der ihn in die anarchische Künstlerszene der Hauptstadt und das Nachtleben von Soho einführt. Der Perspektivwechsel lässt den sonst beherrschten Professor zunächst aufblühen, erschüttert aber auch seine bisherige Existenz in ihren Grundfesten. Dons Schwärmerei für Ben wird zum Drahtseilakt und sein Neuanfang zu einer immer verworreneren Reise ins Ungewisse. James Cahill war selbst einige Jahre Dozent in Cambridge und kennt die Welt, von der sein Debütroman erzählt, sehr genau. So ist "Tiepolo Blau" nicht nur die augenzwinkernde Coming-of-Age-Geschichte eines kauzigen Intellektuellen in der Midlife-Crisis, sondern auch ein liebevolles Porträt der Elfenbeinturm-Existenz eines Stubengelehrten. Mit viel Feingefühl, Witz und Ironie erzählt Cahill, wie sein stoischer Protagonist sich selbst neu kennenlernt und dabei zunehmend den Halt verliert. "Tiepolo Blau" ist ein großer Roman über die Kunst, den Sex und das wahre Leben - düster wie ein Herbsttag in Cambridge, rätselhaft wie das Labyrinth der Bars von Soho, erhebend wie das Blau des Himmels bei Tiepolo.

'Truly illuminating' Edmund de Waal 'With novelistic and poetic skill, this book evokes an all-but-lost universe' Sir Norman Rosenthal A panoramic view of 1960s LA and Californian culture through the eyes of artist and subject: the youthful fascination of David Hockney and the knowing gaze of enigmatic socialite Betty Freeman. In the summer of 1966, David Hockney paid a visit to a wealthy Los Angeles art collector. Her name was Betty Freeman. He had intended to paint her swimming pool, but was rapidly entranced by Freeman herself. Hockney, soon to embark on a series of Los Angeles paintings that would become icons of their time and place, immortalized Freeman in Beverly Hills Housewife (1966-67), a sunlit vision of the collector on the terrace of her modernist home. Evoking the light and easy glamour of 1960s Los Angeles, the painting is one of the artist's most seductive works, but it has always carried an air of mystery. Who was the woman in pink? Like Hockney driving through the Hollywood Hills, James Cahill meanders - interweaving the artist's discovery of Los Angeles with Freeman's own evolution from aspiring pianist to photographer, philanthropist and collector - but never loses focus on the art. Oscillating between art history and anecdote, this is an eclectic study of an artist, his enigmatic muse and the beginning of a friendship that would shape the course of each of their lives.

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'An enthrallingly intricate novel . . . impressive'GUARDIAN'There's something of F. Scott Fitzgerald about the way Cahill writes about the very rich'DAILY MAIL'A biting satire of the art world's glamour, pomp and greed . . . lucid and evocative'DAILY TELEGRAPH'A highbrow whodunnit, and grippingly so, but it's much more than that'PATRICK GALE, author of Mother's Boy'As sensuous and glimmering as it is dark and unsettling . . . a novel to get sucked into'JENNY MUSTARD, author of Okay Days'It's brilliant . . . the human drama of it is just pitch perfect . . . Hypnotic'SEÁN HEWITT, author of All Down Darkness Wide'Artists are slaves to their vanity. But in the end, in time, they see things as they really are.'Thomas Haller has achieved the kind of fame that most artists only dream of: shows in London and New York, paintings sold for a fortune. The vision he presents to the world is one of an untouchable genius at the top of his game. It is also a lie. Who is the real Thomas Haller? His oldest friend and former dealer, Lorna, might once have known - before Thomas traded their early intimacy for international fame. Between his ruthless new dealer and a property mogul obsessed with his work, the appetite for Thomas and his art is all-consuming.On the eve of his latest show, the luminaries of the art world gather. But the sudden death of a young man has put everyone on edge, and a chain of events begins that will lead Thomas and Lorna back into the past, to confront who they have become. A story of deception, power play and longing, The Violet Hour exposes the unsettling underbelly of the art world, asking: who is granted admission to a world that only seems to glitter and who is left outside, their faces pressed to the glass?