3.0 out of 5 stars
For me, it's once or never. Let me kiss you., 30 April 2005
By Aco - Published on Amazon.com
This review is from: Vincent in Brixton (Nick Hern Books) (Paperback)
Capturing the spirit of a young man on the verge of losing himself in his stung and strung emotions, Vincent in Brixton succeeds as a suggester, an appetizer of sorts, a brief encounter with van Gogh-before painting, before madness.
It is a slight read, an hour's worth, and dabbles healthily into not only van Gogh's nature, or his appreciation for melancholy, but others attraction to it as well.
Having lived in London already, Vincent is moving, on a whim, into the boarding house of Ursula Loyer, a widower who runs the house and a school with her young daughter Eugenie. Sam Plowman is the other boarder, fledgling artist and would be competition for Eugenie.
But the story turns up a notch when it takes an surprising turn, and gets into the meat of what van Gogh was about, a man unafraid of himself, to let flow his feelings and impulses. As his heart was forming, so was his art. This was a time before he was painting and in the play he first begins to find an emotional value in drawing. His appreciation for empty chairs, rain-soaked vagabonds and beaten up boots only appears after his life, lead in part by his vaunting emotional state, ceases being bourgeois-interested, and his heart breaks.
Vincent in Brixton is an illumination of a different man, with a different soul. Before Holland, loneliness, addiction and obsession and a revolution in expression immortalized him, he was a drifter like many others, following his heart and come what may...