PICASSO. Controversial new biography reveals a tormented man
In the end, of course, it will be the art that matters, not the actions and idiosyncrasies of the man who created it. For the moment, however, thanks to Arianna Stassinopoulos Huffington's revealing and fascinating new book, ``Picasso: Creator and Destroyer'' (Simon & Schuster, $22.95), much of the art world's attention is being diverted from the art of Picasso to his long, complex, and often turbulent private life. ``Private,'' in fact, may be the wrong word, considering how essential the presence of others was to his sense of well-being and importance. Both friends and acquaintances were needed to flatter and entertain him - or, as Ms. Huffington demonstrates, to serve as targets for his anger, frustration, or malicious sense of humor.
Women, in particular, were subjected to the full range of his moods. None, as a result, had an easy time of it. And several, including some of those closest to him, suffered terribly.
Who these women were and how they reacted to him occupies a major portion of this book, and indeed, almost dominates it. That it doesn't is due to only one thing: the fascination of Picasso himself.
To capture the nature of the man, the author interviewed many of those most intimately associated with Picasso during the latter decades of his life. These ranged from Fran,coise Gilot - Picasso's mistress of several years and the only woman to leave him and establish her own independent life and career - to his barber, the only man Picasso trusted to cut his hair (a signal honor, since he apparently believed that his hair trimmings could be used to control him). From them, and from the dozens of others interviewed and the hundreds of volumes read and referred to during the five years this book took to complete, the author extracted enough material to complete any kind of biography.
What she decided to do required courage, for she must have realized that a book that focused on Picasso's tumultuous personal life rather than on his art would face automatic disapproval from a large portion of the art community. Picasso, after all, is still afforded godlike status in the eyes of many, and any attempt to indicate feet of clay would almost certainly be perceived as nothing short of blasphemy.