Anyone with even a remote interest in art, or the art world of post-war Paris, should read this honest, dignified memoir.
Francoise Gilot was Picasso`s companion, lover, muse, helpmeet, sounding-board, and much else, for the best part of ten years from 1943, when she was a mere 21 and Picasso a still vigorous 61. Their time together, which produced two children, Claude & Paloma (both now in their sixties) is documented with quiet, judicious directness by this articulate woman, a fine artist in her own right - check out her website, she`s still with us in her ninetieth year.
Some deluded souls will read Life With Picasso as a one-time lover`s revenge on an impossible tyrant, whose possessiveness drove every woman to distraction and Gilot to eventually leave him, much to the great man`s infuriation. But this is nothing of the kind, however justified that description of PP might be. The bulk of this book recounts a partnership of mutual love & companionship, much humour (not that Picasso was exactly a laugh a minute, at least not intentionally) and sharing of ideas, not to mention ideals. Besides, however petulantly Picasso behaves, however unjustifiable his demands on those around him, he had willed himself to become the semi-mythical beast `Pablo Picasso` long before Gilot came on the scene. One took him or...or left him.
What also gives the book its status as one of the best memoirs of its era is the parade of legendary painters, sculptors, writers, philosophers, et al, who crop up regularly in its pages, usually preventing Picasso from doing what he loved best to do: work. Matisse, Braque, Sartre, Cocteau, Paul Eluard, Malraux and many others have walk-on parts in the drama played out chez Picasso, whether in Paris or further south. There is also a telling interlude when a nervous Francoise is introduced to the formidable Scylla & Charybdis of Parisian cultural life, Gertrude Stein and her baleful `straight man` Alice B Toklas. Stein evidently thought the world of herself, even if she did also manage to think the world of Picasso, Hemingway and other deserving courtiers at the same time. Toklas creeps about like a morose leech, giving both Francoise and the reader the willies, to put it bluntly. In one of the voluble Picasso`s rare moments of tactful, if artful, silence, he bemusedly looks on as Stein `interviews` the shy young Gilot, playing with her as a cat might with a mouse.
Gilot proves time and again in this book that she was never anybody`s mouse, however accommodating she may have appeared to others.
The recalled discussions between the author and PP on art and artists are priceless. It`s interesting that when she finally leaves Picasso, what he most misses is her intelligent comradeship, her unselfish forthrightness. (This is not to suggest that Picasso did not see every woman as selfish, especially if they should be mad and misguided enough, in his eyes, to want a life of their own.)
This essential memoir is both a credible portrait of a unique creative artist, and a discreet, though never mealy-mouthed, series of autobiographical vignettes from a fascinating life in its own right. One finishes Life With Picasso with a better understanding of its eponymous subject, as well as respect, admiration, and gratitude to its author.