Eva Figes was an English author. Figes wrote novels, literary criticism, studies of feminism, and Figes’ novel, Light, is an impressionistic portrait of a single day in the life of Claude Monet from sunrise to sunset. Her best known work is. A day in the life–and the light–of the aging (but still far from aged) Claude Monet. Figes (Waking) builds this impressionistic, rather studied. Complete summary of Eva Figes’ Light. eNotes plot summaries cover all the significant action of Light.
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It hummed in the wings of insects, shone on the long line of the railway track, blistered the paint of window shutters, and formed a haze, a mirage above the long gass of the pasture so that the line of trees down by the river had become dim, seemed about to dissolve in bright light, a green incandescence against the faded sky.
But for me, I confess, the water lilies have never lost their allure. It’s quite a large cast of characters for such a small book.
She wrote an early work on the Women’s Movement. Figes’s fiction has certain similarities with the writings of Virginia Woolf. It’s a series of moments—sense impressions, really—with metaphorical significance. Preview — Light by Eva Figes.
Figes is now a resident of north London and the mother of the academic Orlando Figes and writer Kate Figes.
Leave a Reply Cancel reply Your email address will not be published. Told from varying points fihes view of his extended family members and servants. Aug 04, Niki Tulk rated it really liked it.
Figes can write this way because, important though Virginia Woolf may be, it is Claude Monet who is her ultimate truth. But now, especially in the early morning and in the evening, he saw it for the illusion it was. The other is Octave Mirbeau, journalist, art critic, salon cynic, neighbor—and fellow gardener.
Light by Eva Figes
A day in the life–and the light–of the aging but still far from aged Claude Monet. Yet he wakes in the morning, this morning, elated that there is the chance, opportunity, he will see through fies dazzle of light and within his net of colors and textures of paints, capture time’s moment which will make all else okay.
Jun 30, Chris rated it liked it. Susan Lee rated it really liked it Dec 10, View all 9 comments. Lists with This Book. Excellent novella, the whole world in a day. The group that Figes depicts at Giverny in thus livht members of both families.
Light, by Eva Figes
Tolkien served in that war, including the Battle of the Somme. Though never mentioned, since this is a fully rendered account of dva day in Monet’s and his family’s life, it is quite clear that the women’s lives are totally determined by the men. What a gift to be able to write like that! The novel is not necessarily meant to be plot-driven. No dense strokes now, bright light playing off the surface of things, small, playful. Light was a character as well as key element in this work, and this made it an unusual and refreshing ,ight experience for me.
And Figes uses Lily’s viewpoint especially as a fresh counterpoint to fives of the older characters, bringing her own kind of light whenever she appears: Short at 91 pages Figes slips lght the rapid weave of her story with a deftness to be admired even as I read, reading slowly to A book of impressionistic psalms to the presence and fading of time through the eyes of an aging Monet.
Maybe light does go on forever. Figes emphasizes that this was more than a pleasant place for him to live, but a deliberate attempt to provide himself with a subject for painting that he could follow, at different times of day, and in minute variations, for diges to come. What is the problem in this book?
The novella is short enough for one to read it simply as an extended prose-poem, enjoying the words for themselves, seeing the pictures that they conjure up in terms of the light and color of the Impressionist figees. Already two wives are gone, a daughter has died, his wife dressed constantly in black spending much time at her daughter’s grave otherwise withdrawn, leaves him wanting the past, not the rushing elusive present-like the train passing near the property figez number of times a day its smoke hovering after it has gone.
If you close your eyes you can picture his paintings. He had to look through things now, since nothing is solid, to show how light and those things it illumines are both transubstantial, both tenuous.
He sees his lost one’s rva others, is confused and helpless about his wife. It’s less than pages and anyone who looks at it can tell it’s not a novel.