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...from all the waters and fluids in Hemingway -- lake water and trout stream and Gulf Stream and the rain after Caporetto and the endless washes of alcohol refracting in his brain. His style was a stream with the stones of nouns in it and a surface of prepositional ripples. Ford Madox Ford wrote that a Hemingway page "has the effect of a brook-bottom into which you look down through the flowing water. The words form a tesselation, each in order beside the other...
...country -- the more I begin to see what I've been blind to. You start to get what's beneath it. You see deeper within it." He used Christina and her younger brother Alvaro as subjects from 1940 to 1968; Anna and Karl Kuerner, Wyeth's neighbors in Chadds Ford, from 1948 to 1979; teenage Siri Erickson, another Cushing resident, from 1967 to 1972. The paintings of her were also withheld, until she turned 21, and their release in 1975 caused a little of the same stir that the Helgas have. Siri, now 32 and the mother of two girls...
...Wyeth had never buried a treasure so rich, or for so long, as the Helga booty. According to one source, the artist would roll a Helga picture inside some other work, then transport it to a climate-controlled vault at the Brandywine River Museum in Chadds Ford; only he had the key. Somehow he managed to keep model and wife completely apart. Though Helga is employed as a cook and housekeeper by Wyeth's sister Carolyn, who also has homes in Chadds Ford and Maine, Betsy says she never visits her sister-in-law. Says Betsy of Helga: "I never...
...undresses his subject, whether human or still life. It is his business to find essences in surfaces, and what more attractive and challenging surface than the skin around a soul? No proof of cupidity there. This, at least, was the feeling of Wyeth's fiercely protective neighbors in Chadds Ford as they were besieged by reporters last week. The locals understand the artist-model relationship, and they figure they know Andy Wyeth. So dismissive are they of any charge of infidelity that they are willing to entertain -- and be entertained by -- the possibility of a Wyeth scam. "This whole thing...
...again -- each time more ripely. Its searching in direction after direction, its inclusion of swatches of pseudojournalism, its final metaphysical ruminations are attempts to define the nature of perception. Yet Rendell craftily plays herself down: "I suppose the subject of my book traces to Tristram Shandy and to Ford Madox Ford's The Good Soldier. But I am perfectly happy being considered just a part of the crime genre. I write as I read, for pleasure. At present I am making my way through Rider Haggard's She -- for the 15th time...