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SUMMARY: Frank Wynnes remarkable book tells the story of Han van Meegeren, a paranoid, drug-addicted, second-rate painter whose Vermeer forgeries made him a secret superstar of the art world--and along the way, it reveals the collusion and ego that, even today, allow art forgery to thrive. During van Meegerens heyday as a forger of Vermeers, he earned 50 million dollars, the acclamation of the worlds press, and the satisfaction of swindling the Nazis. His canvases were so nearly authentic that they would almost certainly be prized among the catalogue of Vermeers if he had not confessed. And, no doubt, he never would have confessed at all if he hadnt been trapped in a catch-22: he had thrived so noticably during the war that when it ended, he was quickly arrested as a Nazi collaborator. His only defense was to admit that he himself had painted the remarkable Vermeers that had passed through his hands--a confession the public refused to believe, until, in a huge media event, the courts staged the public painting of what would be van Meegerens last Vermeer. I Was Vermeer is an utterly gripping real-life mystery, capturing both the life of the consummate art forger, phenomenally skilled and yet necessarily unrecognized, and the equally fascinating work of the experts who identify forgeries and track down their perpetrators. Wry, amoral, irreverent, and plotted like a thriller, it is the first major book in forty years on this astonishing episode in history. Frank Wynne is a writer and award-winning literary translator. Born in Ireland, he has lived and worked in Dublin, Paris, Amsterdam, London, Buenos Aires and currently lives in San Jose, Costa Rica. He has translated more than a dozen major novels, among them the works of Michel Houellebecq, Frederic Beigbeder, Pierre Merot and the Ivorian novelist Ahmadou Kourouma. A journalist and broadcaster, he has written for the Sunday Times, the Independent, the Irish Times, Melody Maker, and Time Out. Frank Wynnes book tells the story of Han van Meegeren, a paranoid, drug-addicted, second-rate painter whose Vermeer forgeries made him a secret star of the art world. Along the way, it reveals the collusion and ego that, even today, allow art forgery to thrive. During van Meegerens heyday as a forger of Vermeer, he earned fifty million dollars, the acclamation of the worlds press, and the satisfaction of swindling the Nazis. His canvases were so nearly authentic that they would almost certainly be prized among the catalogue of Vermeers if he had not confessed. And, no doubt, he never would have confessed at all if he hadnt been trapped in a catch-22: he had thrived so noticably during the war that when it ended, he was quickly arrested as a Nazi collaborator. His only defense was to admit that he himself had painted the remarkable Vermeers that had passed through his hands--a confession the public refused to believe until, in a huge media event, the courts staged the public painting of what would be van Meegerens final Vermeer. I Was Vermeer is an utterly gripping real-life mystery, capturing both the life of the consummate art forger, phenomenally skilled and yet necessarily unrecognized, and the equally fascinating work of the experts who identify forgeries and track down their perpetrators. Wry, amoral, irreverent, and plotted like a thriller, it is the first major book in forty years on this astonishing episode in history. Wynne blends reportorial skill with a love of irony to tell van Meegerens life story . . . Crime thriller or forgery primer, this intriguing read also proves another epigram: Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.--Bookpage A spectacular story of vengeance and fraud told with verve and style by British journalist Wynne . . . The incredible story of how Dutch painter Han van Meegeren avenged himself on supercilious art critics by becoming an expert forger of Vermeer and fooling the Nazis conveys a valuable lesson in how we see, notes Wynne in this methodical, suspenseful tale . . . The forgers trajectory from wealthy charlatan to national hero makes for delicious reading. Wynne employs all the devices of an expert roman policier.--Kirkus Reviews Some real-life stories are more fantastic than anything Hollywood can invent. That a mid-20th-century artist could create forgeries that fooled the entire art world is the extraordinary story of Dutch art forger Han van Meegeren. Recognizing that very few Johannes Vermeer paintings were known in his time and that there were no known early Vermeers, Meergeren realized he could create works that could not be compared to any authenticated Vermeer. Those fakes fooled everyone: art scholars, museum curators, and Nazi Reich Marshal Hermann Goring included. Meegerens deception was only discovered when he confessed it in court to save himself. London-based journalist and literary translator Wynne uses his journalistic skills to present a remarkable story that is part mystery, part adventure, part biography, and part courtroom drama. His thorough research and accomplished writing style bring this unique event in art history to the general public. Highly recommended.--Eugene C. Burt, Library Journal In this intriguing . . . biography, Wynne recounts how Dutch forger Han van Meegeren successfully passed off more than a dozen bogus works--including, most famously, The Supper at Emmaus in 1937--as authentic Vermeers, Halses and de Hooches. Van Meegeren, who favored the style of the old Dutch masters just as modernism was hitting its stride, decided to embarrass his forward-looking critics by creating and selling his own Vermeer. He continued his charade until he was forced to admit his crimes in 1947 while defending himself against a separate charge of treason. Wynne takes great care in explaining just how the increasingly paranoid and drug-addicted van Meegeren managed to fool the international art community, including a technical breakdown of how van Meegeren employed plastic to create the antique look of cracked craquelure in his canvases. Wynne also ruminates on how the arrogance of the art world--of critics like Abraham Bredius who were so confident in their ability to spot fakes that they brushed aside X-rays and other modern tests, as well as collectors desperate for authenticity--fuels the market for forgeries.--Publishers Weekly

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I WAS VERMEER

The Rise and Fall of the

Twentieth Centurys

Greatest Forger

Frank Wynne

CONTENTS For my mother for her love and her unfailing often bemused - photo 1

CONTENTS

For my mother, for her love and her
unfailing, often bemused, support
.
To the memory of Ric Shepheard: filmmaker,
fraudster, friend, for his brilliance and inspiration
.

La vie tant ce quelle est, on rve de vengeance.

Paul Gauguin

The best way to learn about fakes
is to get in touch with a forger.

Thomas Hoving, False Impressions:
The Hunt for Big-Time Art Fakes

I am sitting in Het Molenpad, one of the oldest and most gezellig of Amsterdams brown cafs. The few tables on the pavement overlook the sweeping curve of the Prinsengracht, all the more beautiful on this early summer morning as dappled green sunlight spills through the leaves on to the still waters of the canal. I sip my beer and wait to meet my first convicted forger.

Forgery is a booming industry though not perhaps one a career-guidance counsellor will recommend to your gifted child. The former director of the Metropolitan Museum of Art, Thomas Hoving, estimates that 60 per cent of all the works offered to him during his sixteen-year tenure were not what they appeared to be; the New York Times has suggested that 40 per cent of all major works offered for sale are forgeries. This is not a recent development: as long ago as 1940, Newsweek alleged that of the 2,500 authentic works painted by Jean-Baptiste Camille Corot, 7,800 are in American collections alone.

Forgery is arts shadow-self, the vice without which virtue is impossible. For as long as mankind has coveted objects for their history, their beauty, their proximity to genius, the forger has been there with a mocking smirk ready to satisfy the demand. Art is the business of selling fetishes, sacred relics once touched by genius: what the forger offers the gullible buyer is not art, it is authenticity, something John Groom argues is the abiding perversion of our times. It is indulged as a vice, worshipped as a fetish, embraced as a virtue. [...] Everything it touches turns to gold or at least is burnished with a scrape of lustre and in that sense it is the mark of genius, the Midas touch, the apotheosis of capitalism.

For an artist with a little talent and few scruples, forgery offers not only riches, but a clandestine celebrity. To know that ones paintings hang in the Louvre, the Met, the Tate even if no one else can ever know is the finest revenge. Once in a gallery, there is little chance that the forger will be unmasked: as Thodore Rousseau pointed out, We should all realise that we can only talk about the bad forgeries, the ones that have been detected; the good ones are still hanging on the walls.

Forgery, said Orson Welles, is as old as the Eden tree. By the time the ancient Greeks arrived to begin the looting of Egypt which would continue for two thousand years, Phoenician and Sumerian forgers skilled in the making of ancient Egyptian artefacts were waiting for them. In Rome, when Caesar Augustus commanded Virgil to create an epic to rival those of Homer and the empire struggled to forge for itself a history that might rival the Greeks, the statues of the greatest of Greek sculptors of the fourth and fifth centuries BC Phidias, Praxiteles and Lysippus changed hands for exorbitant sums. But the statues which graced the homes and private temples of senators and wealthy merchants were forgeries carved in sweatshops outside Rome. Pasiteles, one of the most gifted forgers of his generation, even wrote a sensational expos of his forgeries. The manuscript, sadly, has been lost, but the myth of its existence may one day tempt a skilled forger to invent it.

In Renaissance Italy, at the height of perhaps the greatest flowering of human endeavour, the young Michelangelo, in an attempt to impress his patron Lorenzo de Medici, forged Roman sculptures and buried them in the gardens of the Medici palace, later arranging for these ancient artefacts to be discovered. According to Vasari in his Lives of the Artists

He also copied drawings done by various old masters so closely that they were not recognised as copies, for by staining and ageing them with smoke and various materials, he soiled them so that they seemed old and could not be distinguished from the originals...

Michelangelo would borrow works of art in order to copy them, but he returned the copies, keeping the originals for himself.

Forgery can lay claim to being the second-oldest profession, and so it seems somehow appropriate to be waiting for a forger here in the stilly, greeny summer of Amsterdams genteel western canal belt, barely half a mile from where lissom women in picture windows practise the oldest profession: both, after all, know something about faking it.

Geert Jan Jansen arrives, a short, stocky man with a shock of white hair pushed back from his balding pate. In my finest Dutch I order two beers, and the barman inevitably answers in perfect English. The casual incredulity the Dutch reserve for those of us foolish enough to try to learn their language is matched only by their conviction that we have no hope of mastering it.

Soft-spoken and gracious, Geert Jan Jansen makes an improbable master criminal, and yet he admits to having forged thousands of paintings, drawings and watercolours by a Picasso, Matisse, Dufy, Mir, Jean Cocteau and Karel Appel. I look down, but the only question I have pencilled on my notepad is why?.

The why of forgery is thornier than the how. To art critics, the forger is a mediocre artist seeking revenge; to the media, a conman interested only in money; to the apologist, he is the equal of the masters he has forged; to the public he is often a folk hero. Where the common thief or the mugger is despised, it is difficult not to admire the forger, not to feel a surge of joy at the thought of a critic waxing lyrical over the glories of a seventeenth-century masterpiece on which the paint has barely dried. Even when forgeries are badly done, they highlight the capacious self-delusion that must have been necessary for anyone to be fooled, writes Cullen Murphy; When they are superb, they represent a triumph of the human spirit.

For Geert Jan Jansen, the why was simple. Having studied art history, he worked for the fashionable Amsterdam gallery Mokum. Later, he set up his own galleries, Jacob and Raam. His fellow-dealers were fulsome in their praise of his impressive feeling for art. But when I was running my galleries, my best customers were the bailiffs I couldnt make enough money to survive and I didnt want to lose the shop. Jansen began modestly, transforming humble posters with a pencilled number and the simple flourish of the artists signature and selling them as limited-edition lithographs. With the proceeds, he could fill his gallery with the paintings he truly admired. It was only a matter of time before he was tempted to go beyond forging signatures, to faking the paintings themselves.

My first forgery was a Karel Appel. I sold it to a famous Dutch architect and later I heard him boast to another dealer that hed seen the painting on an easel in Appels studio. I thought: if everything goes this easily... His second forgery, also an Appel, he offered to a London gallery. Since he had scant documentation for the work, the auction house decided to verify the painting before sale and sent a photograph to Appel himself, who stated categorically that it was genuine. Child with Toy set a record price for a work by the artist.

I took no pleasure in the deception itself. Personally, Im against forgery...

I splutter nervously, but his face is deadly serious. Then, I see a shard of a smile, an emotional leak, a manifestation of what psychologist Paul Ekman calls duping delight: the pleasure of lying for its own sake.

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