
I’ve loved the paintings of Vincent van Gogh ever since I learned to love art, which was many decades ago. If you’re also someone who loves art, you’ll understand when I say that Van Gogh’s paintings speak to me on a deeply personal and emotional level.



For most of the past few months, I’ve been on a long, meandering journey with Vincent (I’ll call him Vincent here, as he usually identified himself, since his last name was difficult for those outside of the Netherlands to pronounce). My journey began with a jigsaw puzzle: this one, actually. I’ve put together several Van Gogh puzzles before, but this particular puzzle was 1500 pieces, and it took me a little longer than usual.
At the same time I was working on the puzzle, I was also reading a book that had been on my radar for years: Lust for Life, by Irving Stone. This 1934 book is the biographical novel that made Stone a famous writer for much of the 20th century. For a novel, the book is remarkably accurate; Stone talks about this in an Author’s Note, including the very few things that he made up versus what was verifiably true. Because he wrote the book only about 40 years after Vincent died in 1890 at the age of 37, Stone was able to interview people who actually knew the artist in real life.
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