Family Art History
Your great-aunt Sydney went to Europe twice—once to Paris where the food was lousy and the Louvre depressing; and London where they wouldn’t let her, or Abe, touch the Elgin Marbles which were, you know, carved by a British Lord. Later, they’d try Rome— You know what you can do with their spaghetti!— and Florence. At I Tatti, Bernard Berenson didn’t bother to come out to meet them. She didn’t think much of BB anyway: Big deal— a dirty old man in a dirty old house, who got buried by the Pope! she said. When you graduated from art school, she pulled me aside and pinched my arm hard, demanding How the hell will he make a living?