Letters to Camondo
‘Immerses you in another age’ Financial Times
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Publisher Description
From the author of the bestselling phenomenon The Hare with Amber Eyes
As you may have guessed by now, I am not in your house by accident. I know your street rather well.
The Camondos lived just a few doors away from Edmund de Waal's forebears. Like de Waal's family, they were part of belle époque high society. They were also targets of anti-Semitism.
Count Moïse de Camondo created a spectacular house filled with art for his son to inherit. Over a century later, de Waal explores the lavish rooms and detailed archives and, in a haunting series of letters addressed to Camondo, he tells us what happened next.
'Illuminating... A wonderful tribute to a family and to an idea' Guardian
'Letters to Camondo immerses you in another age... Dazzling' Financial Times
PUBLISHERS WEEKLY
A sumptuous household museum prompts a reverie on the doomed French-Jewish haute bourgeoisie in this elegiac family history. Memoirist and ceramic artist de Waal (The Hare with the Amber Eyes) addresses an epistolary monologue to Moïse de Camondo (1860–1935), a Jewish banker and collector who bequeathed to the public his palatial home in Paris, along with its art, porcelains, and antiques, in honor of his son, a pilot killed in WWI. De Waal's detailed appreciations of the Musée Nissim de Camondo's furnishings—"the panels that hold the decoration of birds are framed in gold so that this toucan, this mistle thrush has its own little patch of the world, a rock to sit on, a bush to sing at"—open out into a reconstruction of the lives of Camondo's circle of related Jewish families (de Waal's Ephrussi family forebears, who lived nearby, among them) who rose to prominence as intellectuals and patrons but became targets of anti-Semitic ideologues. (The book's later chapters tersely recount the persecution of Moïse's daughter, son-in-law, and grandchildren in Nazi-occupied France and their deaths at Auschwitz.) De Waal's elegant prose, rapt eye for aesthetics, subtle character sketches, and nuanced musings on Jewish identity yield a rich, Proustian recreation of a lost era. Photos.
