Brushs and Pens

Any denizen of France will tell you: Certes, Athens, Florence and a few other cities had their moments, but Paris has reigned as the Western wellspring and magnet for arts and artists for centuries. The influence of French visual art, music and literature reaches beyond Euro-America into Asia and Africa, while drawing freely from those cultures as well. 

But where does Paris stand today? The city of dimmed lights (energy crisis oblige) is fighting to retain, or some might say regain, her laurels as the arts capital of the world. Here are three recent snapshots:  


Beginning in 1974 there was a messy but vibrant and accessible fall contemporary art fair called the FIAC. This year it’s been replaced by something called ‘PARIS+ par Art Basel’ (are clunky names a trend?). Basically, the art market juggernaut of Art Basel (Basel, Miami etc.) ate the FIAC. The new, classier show bloomed for three days in a pop-up replica of the Grand Palais — the real one being closed for renovations — near the Eiffel Tower. Exclusive — of 729 galleries from around the globe that applied to participate, only 150 were chosen — and sternly hierarchical, with the ‘top’ galleries clustered centrally and those with less star power relegated to the rear of what is in essence a gigantic long tent. What defines ‘top’? Sales figures, presumably. Market leaders like Gagosian and Zwirner, Goodman and Perrotin, displayed not only their contemporary protégées’ work but also classics by, e.g., Chirico, Munch, Joan Mitchell (sold for 4.5 million euros). 

The visitors were just as strictly categorized. Hundreds of VIPs dashed to dozens of private showings and parties, where the real action was. Non-VIPs paid 40 euros per single entrance to stroll the tent, hunting for the truly new, the beautiful, the shocking, for whatever makes the heart skip a beat, while literally stepping over collectors and agents feverishly making deals on their cellphones. Alas, this visitor’s heart stayed fairly steady. See what the selection of works below does for yours.


A simultaneous special exhibit at the Louvre is dedicated to… still-lifes. ‘What an oxymoron,’you might say, ‘I’m not interested in dead meat and cut flowers.’ Evidently, most of the tourists who throng to burst the main halls of the Grand Dame feel the same, because when I went there was no line at the entrance to ‘Things,’ as the exhibit is accurately named. Their loss! ‘Things’ is museum curation at its best: shining angles of light on a crossroads of art, history, and philosophy. I learned things, such as the fascinating factoid that still-lifes stopped being painted for the thousand years preceding the 16th century. That ancient reverence for material objects gave way to glorifying their value in the new trading economy. Many of the works pull you in for close examination, admiration. ‘Things’ runs through January 23rd. Catch it if you can. 


Unlike the discrete, if not outright secretive, process of the Nobel in literature, the Prix Goncourt, founded by the brothers and imperative critics Goncourt and launched in 1903, feeds suspense and wild dreams, and surely a lot of online betting. The ten judges are prominent insiders in the cozy world of French publishing. After reading hundreds of books they announce during the fall first a long list, then eight semi-finalists, then four finalists. (All this sells lots of books, which is a fine thing.) On November 3rd at one p.m., at a sumptuous table in the Restaurant Drouant which is jammed inside and out with jury, literati and reporters, the winner is announced. Toasts and curses. Photo spreads on the front pages of newspapers.  Tradition! Not many traditions have surfed wars and revolutions like the Goncourt—beloved, reviled, accused of blatant horsetrading, and relevant. A life-changer for the winner and their publisher. Sales can zoom from the hundreds to the hundred thousands. Case in point: last year’s near unanimous (yet surprising) winner, 31 year old Senegal-born Mohamed Mbougar Sarr, for ‘The Most Secret Memory of Men,’ which I strongly recommend. Page by page, Sarr undermined my assumptions, moved and amazed me.

Can’t say the same for this year’s winner, ‘Live Fast’ by Brigitte Giraud. The jury was split fifty-fifty through multiple votings, with the President’s choice finally counting double. Some say two prizes should have been offered. The runner-up is ‘Le Mage du Kremlin’ by Giuliano da Empoli, a gripping and complex work for grown-ups that I am reading now. Giraud’s work is more memoir than fiction, circling endlessly around her husband’s death in a motorcycle accident twenty years ago by asking a series of What Ifs. (What if he or I had been elsewhere? What if that motorcycle hadn’t been sold in France? What if the weather… etc.) One is reminded of the work of this year’s Nobel winner, Annie Ernaux, who has made a career of baring her primary sexual trauma and its refraction through many affairs in very short memoirs — artful, but not novels. Not an issue for the Nobel, but the Goncourt was explicitly awarded to Giraud’s ‘novel.’ “Ce sont des exercices d’admiration et d’argumentation,” concludes Philippe Claudel, a long-time member of the jury. 

Literature itself is, of course, one of mankind’s earliest traditions — followed by arguments about what it ought to be.

A la prochaine,


  1. Margot Livesey · · Reply

    This was wonderful, Kai. So interesting! I am sorry to miss Things. Solstice greetings from Scotland. X Margot

  2. To your closing line, “…followed by arguments about what it ought to be. “… well, there’s one of my fave Harold Pinter quotes to companion this: There are some things one remembers even though they may never have happened.” ….. At least there is Solstice. :))

  3. I’m sorry to miss “Things” too. I find the sampling you’ve chosen to be much more grabby than the others. And your account of the writing competition is wonderful. Much like a good soccer referee, it is “firm, fair, and consistent,” while still making your own preferences clear. Nice work.

  4. Nothing that really catches the eye. Fiac eaten by Art Basel? Not surprising is it?
    Do things have an existence? My philosophy teacher, ages and ages ago might have disagreed.
    Thank you for taking me back to “la mère patrie”, even for a short while.
    Joyeux Noël to you and yours.
    🙏🏻 🎄

    1. I trust you are enjoying relative warmth. Thoughts exist, but not things? Or no-thing at all? What did he think?

      1. Or things only exist by our thoughts? (I think that was my teacher’s view. She was good, though we did not always see eye to eye. Or thought to thought.)
        Bonne Année chère amie…

  5. Thought-provoking article and comments, as usual! I’m on vacation this month, and I just finished the 2020 Goncourt winner, The Anomaly, which I enjoyed and that ties into the questions about existence, human life as simulations. I find some existential comfort that the whole stage show of “existence” things, bodies, “time” never touches “being” and timelessness.

    1. I missed that one. The premise didn’t appeal much. Wrong? I shall find out soon. Thanks, Jim!

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