Having read The Still Point by Amy Sackville I was beside myself with excitement when I discovered that she was publishing another book. This in fact was her third but Orkney passed me by. However, I got an advance copy of this book from Netgalley and excitedly started to read.
Although unnamed it becomes clear that the painter is Diego Velázquez and he is painter to Philip IV of Spain. We learn about his life through the novel and deduce which paintings he is working on from the allusions she makes to them. We also piece together Philip's life and reign in a similar fashion of hint and allusion.
Sadly, I wasn't impressed with this novel. I was desperate to love it, but a lot of the time I was bored. I found it was a bit too clever for its own good and there was a stench of decadence and decay not only in the court but throughout the cities as well. I also had to keep looking up the life of Velázquez and Philip to check is that event that's she's alluding to the one I think it is? In other words, if you are an expert in Velázquez and Philip you'll be thrilled with the nods and winks but if like me you are a bit of a philistine you will feel constantly out of the loop.

When I read Painter to the King early this summer, I thought that it would surely be a contender for this year’s Man Booker Prize. Now, a few months later, I worry that it has gone under the radar and that great swaths of people are missing out on its powerful, panoramic and highly emotional scope.
It definitely does not possess a straight-forward narrative, but Painter to the King is rather, formed of a series of vignettes told with both broad and delicate brush strokes. Sackville draws the painter, the King and the Count-Duke in such a well-rounded, precise way, that it feels in some way that she managed to capture the real human beings within the historical facts. Or, if not them exactly, the impression of themselves that they left behind and which has imprinted along the ages.
I found Painter to the King to be an extremely visual and sensory experience (much like Diego Velazquez’s artwork), and it was only made more so by the inclusion of Sackville’s own personal adventures within the burnt-out remnants of the Spanish court. Her thoughts on their individual characters and rumination on their possible reactions to the legacies that they have left behind, provide an unexpected twist on the usual fictional biography structure and help to ground the novel in its lasting impression and connection to the present.
Too often we can feel disconnected from the past but, in Painter to the King, Sackville managed to create a flawless narrative that broke down every single wall.

Meticulously researched and richly detailed tale of Diego Velazquez and the life of the Spanish court of King Philip IV of Spain (and the wider royal fmaily in other parts of Europe). It captures the details recognisable from the court paintings - including towards the end of the novel with Las Meninas. The friendship and between the men and the handlng of the family tragedies that befell them gives this novel a deep humanity.

At first I found this book hard to get into, but once I had got into the flow of the narrative it was well worth it. I found the story fascinating and the inclusion of select sections of the painter’s art an interesting inclusion which I found focused the picture I had built up in my head of that particular piece and also helped me understand the painter’s mind set during him working on the painting. I could really feel the claustrophobia of the Spanish court and the constant battle to keep position and further ambitions. The rich detail in the descriptions were captivating and having multiple character perspectives woven into the story gave depth to the characters and explored the complexities of the different identities we all have in varying degrees which we can struggle to reconcile, such as king, man, husband, father, lover. Beautifully written and will stay with me for a long time.

An unusual, challenging novel. I loved the writing style and I learned a lot from the story, though I sometimes found it difficult to get through. I'm not sure how I would recommend this, perhaps to people with a specific interest in the art and society of the time period.

This is a story within a story where the paintings of Velazquez are the bridge between the past and present. It took me a little time to get into because of the writing style but overall is a beautiful book which is poetic and strongly visual. Amy paints vignettes with words and I found myself recalling parts of it after I finished.
I particularly liked the details of the King’s court during Velazquez’s time there. For example there is an actress, La Calderona who the King takes a fancy to. The king gives her a palace where she resides as “a queen of half lit shadows” and then languishes, seemingly neglected, eventually sent off to a nunnery. There is the building of a grand palace and paintings, so many paintings for the royal painter to carry out. There are deaths too – at one point, there are even fears for the King as “Death sighs her lungless sigh”. It is the deaths of Royal children that have a poignancy which seemingly taints the King’s later years as he worries over heirs.
Amy somehow manages to draw out the passages of time in this novel and when we are suddenly thrown into the present day where we have someone wondering about Velazquez as they contemplate his paintings and visit the places he inhabited and knew, I felt I was part of the novel.
A beautiful book to take the time to read.

An intriguing approach to the narrative and learning something new in history are aspects of this novel that appealed to me.
Philip IV lived from 1605-1665 but his reign oversaw a decline in Spanish power. He was very interested in the arts and the need for a Court painter brought forward Diego Velzquez, "A new artist has been sent for" and portraits were required of the young King, his spouse and family (when the children managed to survive).
The author writes with delicate intimacy of the life of the Spanish court and although descriptions can seem long winded they are well researched and give valuable information about the small matters - food eaten, daily bathing and the role of those who surrounded the King. Velzquez came from Seville to the court in Madrid and was a student and follower of Rubens with whom he had travelled and studied in Italy - the Renaissance style much influencing his work. There are descriptions of the painter's wife Juana and their daughter and the presence of Juana's father who had also been influential in promoting Velzquez to his prominence in the Spanish art world at the time.
The narrator is a third person, often seen as a contemporary tourist revealing the streets in which you can follow the painter's life - the Calle concepcion Jeronima where a yellow plaque indicates where the painter once lived.
If you have read Tracy Chevalier's 'The Girl with the Pearl Earring' this takes a different approach. A more intimate world as we follow the painter gaining the confidence of the King and the Court, especially those such as the prime Minister Count Olivares who had called Velzquez to Madrid first in 1623 and later in 1651 to complete the historic pictorial reproductions of the King.
Readers may be familiar with the famous painting Las Meninas in which there is a self portrait of the painter and reflections of Hilip IV and Queen Mariana with their daughter (the Infanta) Margarita and her maids taking centre stage. It was painted in 1656 as the painter's fame grew and is now on display at the Prado in Madrid.
A literary and historical triumph for readers to delve into the intimacies of a monarchy and the place of art in a world where wealth, marriage and winning wars and gaining territory were still priorities..

A compelling portrait of the long professional relationship between the painter, Diego Velazquez and his master, the 17th century King of Spain, Philip IV.

Amy Sackville uses the paintings themselves to create a vivid evocation of a dark, claustrophobic court where power is concentrated on the person of the king. As a young man, Velazquez is summoned to the court and (apart from a few visits home to Seville or to Italy) for the rest of his life there he stays, painting portraits of the king and members of his family.

In times of peace and war, and in the face of personal bereavement, Philip must be seen as a king who makes his confession to god and although 'melancholy by temperament' he must be 'A Planet King, a golden king to warm and shine upon this golden age'. We see the extravagance of the court but we also see the precarious nature of favour - the use and abuse of power; who's in and who's out. 'Inside their black clothes in the dark, [the courtiers] sweat like animals'. The overriding requirement is for Philip to provide an heir (male) but this proves to be difficult; and over decades, as he ages and loses members of his family, the king gradually becomes increasingly world-weary. All of this is recorded by Velazquez' paintbrush.

At a time of primitive medical knowledge, with the ever-present shadow of death waiting in the background, we see the fragility of life. A lot of people die in this novel, whether it's children taken by a fever, women dying in childbirth or people simply succumbing to one of the many illnesses that were untreatable at the time. The brooding sense of imprisonment creeps into Sackville's own sense of life passing, of the skull under the skin.
The story is told through the eyes of both painter and king, but what makes this intriguing novel even more nuanced is that throughout the work the author places herself in the narrative, as in the work of W G Sebald. In the present day we see Sackville travelling in Spain, researching the period, following in Velazquez's footsteps and searching for traces of his life beyond that of his paintings.

'None of these things, these solid objects on an outdoor table at the centre of this plaza in Madrid this evening, now seem as solid as that glossy red onion that rotted almost four hundred years ago'.
Sackville's language is lyrical and poetic, rich and minutely observed. She describes a feast:
'... the larded lamb, the tongues of oxen mute and resting heavy on their silver plates; and the costly scents of spices, of saffron, of chocolate, shipped from the Americas... the almond confections and sticky honeyed fruit and cakes...'
What is so striking about this novel is the link between the observer and the observed, how a painting conveys life but (like a photo) is a record of a past moment and, in the case of a court painter, of people who are long dead. Sackville uses words to convey a sense of what perhaps it feels like to make art, the habit of art as a daily occupation; which for an artist is so fulfilling and all consuming. Her own work echoes this obsessional need to work.

Painter to the King is a moving treatise on the brevity of human life, and of how little most of us leave behind, unless it's art. This is not a depressing work. A moving, thought-provoking and fascinating glimpse into history and into all of our lives.

Amy Sackville (from The Guardian)

This is a book that in many ways resembles a great painting, rich in style and texture with underlying meaning that you perhaps need to seek out. It may not be the easiest of reads and one does have to concentrate and at times reread certain passages again but once fully engaged you really are transported back into the world of the court of King Philip IV of Spain at the time of the 17th century.

The book is a fictionalised account of the life of Diego Velázquez (1599- 1660) and his 38 years at King Philip IV's court which coincided with the period termed the Spanish Golden Age. His paintings not only covered the portraits of the Spanish royal family and other European figures but also those of a religious and cultural nature. I remember some years ago being spellbound while in the Museo del Prado in Madrid in front of his masterpiece Las Meninas which shows the young Infanta Margaret Theresa surrounded by her entourage. Complex and enigmatic this painting looks into questions of reality and illusion and Amy Sackville's writing also has at times a dreamlike quality and she also at one point inserts herself into the novel writing in the first person adding to the feeling that the past is intrinsically linked to the present. Indeed Velázquez was a model for the realist and impressionist painters as well modern artists such as Francis Bacon.

One gets a real feeling of the time and there is intricate detail of life at the court and how during this period things were slowly decaying. It is a portrait of a King questioning his very existence and also it is a book that explores the relationship between art and reality and the need to leave something behind in the form of a painting to ensure that a legacy and a memory is left for posterity. I loved this book and if nothing else it will probably make you seek out a Velázquez painting when next at a major art gallery. The use of photographs containing paintings and artifacts in the book also adds to its potentcy. I would certainly recommend this remarkable and origin work.

Every so often, a novel comes along that challenges one’s expectations of the genre. Amy Sackville’s Painter to the King is one such work. It is, ostensibly, a fictional biography of Diego Velázquez, covering in particular the decades he spent in the service of King Philip IV of Spain and the relationship which developed between the artist and the monarch who was his royal/loyal patron. Sackville is surprisingly faithful to the ‘facts’, even down to what may seem trivial historical details. Yet, her novel is by no means a straightforward retelling of the life of Velázquez. For a start, she adopts a sort of stream of consciousness narration – which is often breathless and febrile, on occasion seemingly tentative or improvisatory. It feels as if we have stepped into a painting which is taking shape or as if we’re standing behind the painter, watching as he sketches at his easel. This impression is strengthened by the very ‘visual’ descriptions, full of colour and movement and the play of light and dark. Indeed, the chapters often have the atmosphere of a tableau, a scene ready to be set down for posterity.

At intervals, the third person approach is interrupted by the narrator intruding with her own ruminations. One should always be wary of identifying the author with the novel’s subject, but it is difficult not to see Sackville herself in the thirty-something narrator embarking on a literary pilgrimage on the steps of Velázquez. It is an inspired touch gives the novel a personal meaning and reveals that it is a labour of love. At the same time, however, it can be taken as a warning that, despite all endeavours at authenticity, it is difficult, if not impossible, to recreate the past and particularly the thoughts and feelings of historical figures. This novel is, indeed, biographical and historical but is equally a very contemporary ‘imagining’ of the past.

And this brings us to the heart of what is, ultimately, a highly philosophical novel. I felt Painter to the King to be an exploration of the correlation between art and artifice, truth and reality, public personas and private feelings. The characters the novel are constantly preoccupied as to what will survive after their death – the King’s obsession with having his portraits painting is a way of ensuring his memory remains. But even though Diego is notorious for his devastating honesty and his inability to “lie” in his portraits, can we be sure that the King we know is not shaped by the painter’s imagination, just as Diego and his monarch speak to us through Sackville’s prose?

I found this to be a challenging novel, one which I read over a number of weeks alongside less demanding fare. But it is an impressive achievement and I would be surprised and disappointed if this is not – deservedly – recognised when the time for literary awards arrives.

This is a challenging but rewarding look at the life of Spanish painter diego velazquez. Much of the prose here feels like Amy Sackville is painting with words. While the artist she discusses is known for realistic creations this book is very much the opposite of that. Here we have beautiful images created through words that somehow weave together a story framed by a narrator looking back on the life of an artist through his own works. If that sounds a little unusual, it's because this book is just that. Unusual, odd, challenging, rewarding, poignant, modern yet classical.
This book resists obvious classification. I am not sure exactly who I could recommend this to. However, I would have doubted my own enjoyment of this book given that I had never heard of the artist, had never seen his works and I have little interest in the historical period covered. And yet, I still really enjoyed it. So, if you're in the market for something a little different, I guess I would advise giving this a go.

'Here you almost are'

An unusual novel that attempts to articulate a man, an artist and his works in words. Framed through a narrator imaginatively entering into a painting, this is a paradoxically impressionistic work, given that Velazquez's own works were more concerned with the physical materialism of court, world and personality.

Looking obliquely at the courtly world of seventeenth century Spain, the rituals, the patronage, the incessant concern with creating the right image of power, monarchy and authority, this foregrounds the struggle of an artist to be viewed as a poet of paint, rather than mere artisan.

Oddly propulsive, moving from ecphrasis to fragments of live, this is a postmodern attempt to capture visual art in words.