February 8, 2009

BAD ART, BAD MAN:

The brides of Frank: a review of THE WOMEN By T. C. Boyle (Howard Frank Mosher, February 8, 2009, Boston Globe)

All right, I'm going to say it. I wouldn't live in a house designed by Frank Lloyd Wright for all the tea in China. I'm sorry, but not a single Wright dwelling looks even remotely comfortable to me.

Of course, Wright himself was a notoriously uncomfortable person to be around, particularly if you had the misfortune to be married to him. Nothing in "The Women," T. C. Boyle's wonderfully entertaining new novel of the ever-so-tumultuous life and times of America's foremost architectural genius, suggests otherwise. In fact, I can't recall when I've encountered an individual, real or fictional, any more self-centered, manipulative, insensitive, authoritative, yet compellingly fascinating than the creator of such American landmarks as the Guggenheim Museum, Fallingwater, and Wright's showplace Wisconsin home, Taliesin.


Who would spend time with such a man even in a fiction?

Posted by Orrin Judd at February 8, 2009 10:19 AM
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