Henry Moore: Monumental Nature

Henry Moore preferred his large sculptures to be displayed outdoors. He would, I expect, be delighted by the decision to place thirty of them in the Royal Botanic Gardens in Kew. The pieces here vary greatly. Some are representational, others purely abstract. Some are made of bronze, some of fibreglass. Most are huge and imposing and somehow seem even more so set amongst Kew’s magnificent trees and glass houses. Being able to walk around them, to see them close up, to see their markings and their variations in color and texture provides an opportunity to appreciate Moore in a new way. His extraordinary ability to infuse these massive, heavy pieces with such movement and gracefulness and the wonderful delicacy and gentleness when sculpting the human form are appreciable here in a way they could never be inside a gallery or museum.

Departure(s)

Memories, and especially their unreliability, seem to be one of the favorite concerns of literary novelists. Time and again I read novels in which the author reminds the reader that memory is a creative act, that memories are often inventions and fabrications, that the past is a slippery thing to retrieve, that our motives for recalling and retelling stories from our past are rarely pure, and so on and so on. It’s the center of Julian Barnes’s latest and possibly final book, Departure(s).

Is Departure(s) a novel or a memoir? Its narrator is someone called Julian Barnes. We’re told by this narrator that he is a Booker Prize-winning novelist who lives in London, a widower who learns at the start of the COVID pandemic that he has been diagnosed with a form of blood cancer. Google Julian Barnes and you will find all of this true, so what makes Departure(s) a novel? I’m not sure but it’s an interesting conceit which the author uses to confront the purpose of storytelling, fiction versus fact, the differences (and similarities) between remembering and re-telling, and much more. If this sounds a little dry, it isn’t. Barnes is having great fun here. Departure(s) is in my view one of the most approachable and endearing novels he has written. If it really is his last, I for one will be sorry.