Proof of the adage is in the comparison between F.G.
Haghenbeck’s 2012 novel “The Secret Book of Frida Kahlo” and art historian
Frank Miler’s coffee-table book “Frida Kahlo” with 80 confessional
paintings—the latter winning the day.
I was probably only 1/3rd through the
library-borrowed novel when I felt compelled to turn to my own copy of Kahlo’s
80 paintings to SEE what the novelist had been trying to describe. His words
could hardly do justice to her brushstrokes, colors, and images.
It took only a quick browse of Kahlo’s personal art for me
to come to the conclusion that I don’t need to return to the novel.
If you’re a word person, turn (as I do frequently) to another
book, “The Diary of Frida Kahlo: an Intimate Portrait.” This illustrated
journal includes her thoughts, poems, & dreams during the years 1944-54. Don’t
speak Spanish, you say? Not to worry,
there’s a full translation, plus commentaries, in the latter third of the book.
OK, so tis a bit of a drag to keep flipping between full page diary entries to
the back section for translation, but the revelations are well worth the
effort.
Skip the novel, borrow a picture book.
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