THE VILLAGE IDIOT

This poignant, richly colorful novel is based on the life of artist Chaim Soutine.

Soutine (1893-1943) first appears in a diving suit, walking along the riverbed of the Seine in 1917. He’s part of a scheme concocted by his friend Modigliani, who has organized a race of makeshift boats, including Modi's own bathtub, which Soutine is secretly towing to victory. Stern uses the episode as a quasi-mystical, somewhat forced device in which Soutine is able to “[walk] through the years at the bottom of the Seine,” seeing both his past and future. His childhood in a Russian shtetl is marked by terrible beatings brought on by his compulsion to sketch human figures, contrary to orthodox Jewish law. Drawn, like so many artists of the time, to Paris, Soutine does day labor and paints, eventually gaining financial support from American collector Albert C. Barnes. He abandons a wife and child, loses another partner to the antisemitism of occupied France, and then navigates wartime years of struggle, hiding, and flight with Marie-Berthe Aurenche, ex-wife of Max Ernst. Soutine’s is a nasty, brutish 50 years of life in which Stern focuses on the genius and drive of creativity, the strange force that is touched by and persists through years of trials and pain. He adds the historical context, the artists and musicians and patrons, as necessary and deftly, with writing that is by turns lush, almost magical, or starkly realistic. Known for his many novels on Jewish culture, Stern chooses here to depict Soutine as a man who fled his grim shtetl life, remained nonobservant for decades, but in Vichy Paris realizes, “I’m a Yid again. The tribe he thought he’d left so far behind has caught up with him once more”—something as inescapable as genius.

An outstanding portrait by a writer at the top of his form.