Charles Strickland was an artist and after his death he was recognized as a genius. As is usually the case in such cases, anyone who saw him at least once hurried to write his memoirs and analyze his work. Some portray Strickland as a good-natured family man, caring husband and father, while others sculpt the image of an immoral monster, not forgetting a single detail that could stir up public interest. The author felt it was his duty to write truthfully about Strickland, because he knew him better than anyone else, and having fallen under the artist's original style, followed closely his life much earlier than Strickland became popular. The personality of the creator is what causes the greatest interest in art.
The events of the novel took place at the beginning of the twentieth century. Our author is a young writer. After his first success as a writer, he was invited to Miss Strickland's. The bourgeois often had a weakness for creative people and considered it laudable to associate with artistic circles. Her husband is a stock broker and does not appear at such breakfasts. He is a boring layman, ordinary and uninteresting.
Unexpectedly, the breakfast tradition is interrupted. To the considerable surprise of everyone, the unremarkable Charles Strickland left his wife and went to Paris. Mrs. Strickland is convinced that her husband ran away with the singer. That they visit expensive restaurants and luxurious hotels. She asked the author to follow him and persuade him to come back.
It became known in Paris that Strickland lived alone, in the cheapest hotel, in the poorest room. He admitted that he acted simply disgusting, but the fate of his wife and children no longer worries him, as well as the opinion of society. He is going to devote the rest of his life to himself, and not to his family. He dreams of becoming an artist. Strickland seemed to be possessed by a mighty, irresistible force that he could not resist.
Mrs. Strickland, for all her love of art, found it much more offensive to herself that her husband had left her for the sake of painting, and not for his mistress. She herself now supports rumors of adultery between Strickland and a French dancer.
Five years later, while back in Paris, the author ran into his friend Dirk Streva. He was not tall, a plump Dutchman with a comical appearance, kind to the point of disgrace. He wrote with a bang sold Italian sugary genre pieces. Being not so hot as an artist, Dirk, nevertheless, was well versed in art and was his faithful servant. Dirk is familiar with Strickland and his work. Not everyone can boast of such. He believes that Strickland is the greatest artist and therefore often supplies him with money, not expecting a repayment of a debt and not really counting on gratitude. Strickland is often in need, but his poverty does not bother him. He draws his canvases like a man possessed, not thinking about money, about recognition, about observing the rules of human society. Having finished the picture, he immediately loses interest in it, not exhibiting it, not trying to sell it, and not even showing it to anyone.
Streva's life drama unfolded in front of the author. Strickland somehow falls seriously ill, Dirk saves him from death, transports him to his place and nurses him at home together with his wife until his final recovery. Instead of gratitude, Strickland seduces his wife Blanche. Dirk loved her madly, more than anyone in the world. Blanche moved in with Strickland. Dirk is completely overwhelmed.
Such behavior is quite consistent with Stricklendau. He does not adhere to generally accepted moral principles. Strickland is too majestic for love, but at the same time not worth it.
A few months later, Blanche committed suicide. She loved the artist immensely, and he could not stand women's claims to a place in his life. He did not want them to become his friends, assistants or comrades. He used Blanche to avoid paying for a model. But as soon as he got bored of writing a naked mistress, he left her. Blanche did not return to her husband. As Strickland cynically remarked, she could not forgive him for his sacrifices in her name. Blanche used to serve as a governess. The owner's son seduced her. She was fired from her job when they found out she was pregnant. She tried to end her life, but Bitch at that moment offered her marriage. After Blanche's death, Dirk left forever for Holland, his homeland. He was heartbroken.
When Strickland nevertheless showed his canvases to the author, they made a strange and strong impression on him. They had a premonition of something, a desire to get rid of the talent that had enslaved the artist.
When circumstances lead the author to Tahiti, where Strickland lived his last years, he began to ask everyone who knew him about the artist. He was told that Strickland lived in a rooming house in Marseille. No job, no money, starving. Fleeing from the revenge of some Shrew Bill, Strickland, using false documents, got a job on a sea cruise sailing to Australia. Then in Tahiti, he already worked on the plantations as an overseer. The inhabitants of the island, who during the life of the artist treated him like a vagabond, were not interested in his work. Now they bite their elbows, regretting that they did not buy his paintings at that time for next to nothing. And now these canvases are worth a fortune. An elderly Tahitian woman told how she found a wife for Strickland, Ata, an islander. She was a distant relative of the old woman. After the ceremony, Strickland and his new wife went to the forest, where Ata cultivated a small plot of land. These three years were the most joyful in the life of a talented artist. Ata did not impose herself, silently did what he wanted and was engaged in raising their child.
The artist died of leprosy. Upon learning of his illness, Strickland decided to go further into the forest, but Ata held him back. They continued to live together and now did not communicate with civilization at all. The blindness of the artist was the last stage of leprosy. And still, despite not weakness, Strickland continued to paint, now painting the walls of the house. This painting on the wall was seen only by the attending doctor, who came to visit the patient, but by that time Strickland had already died. He was amazed. According to him, this work of art was great, passionate and sensual. As if the painting was created by human hands, who recognized the meaning and cognized the depths of nature with all its secrets, beautiful and terrifying. By creating this wall painting, the artist achieved what he aspired to. He cast out his demon that had been possessing his soul all these years. On his deathbed, Strickland ordered Ata to burn the house after his death, and she did not dare to disobey him and fulfilled his last wish.
Returning to London, the author again met Mrs. Strickland. After the death of her sister, she received an inheritance from her and lived very well. Reproductions of Strickland's paintings are hung in her warm living room. She now pretends that she and her husband maintained a cordial relationship.
Listening to Mrs. Strickland's ranting, the author for some reason remembered Ata's son from Strickland, as now imagining him on a fishing boat. And above his head stretches the blue sky, the stars and the vast water wasteland of the Pacific Ocean.
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After his death, the artist Charles Strickland was recognized as a genius, and, as is usually the case, everyone who has seen him at least once is in a hurry to write his memoirs and interpret his work. Some make of Strickland a good-natured family man, a caring husband and father, others sculpt a portrait of an immoral monster, without missing the slightest detail that could stir up the interest of the public. The author feels that he must write the truth about Strickland, for he knew him closer than others, and, attracted by the originality of the artist's personality, closely followed his life for a long time.
Before Strickland came into fashion: after all, the most interesting thing in art is the personality of the creator.
The novel takes place at the beginning of the 20th century. The author, a young writer, after his first literary success, is invited to breakfast with Mrs. Strickland - the bourgeois often have a weakness for people of art and consider it flattering for themselves to move in artistic circles. Her husband, a stockbroker, does not come to such breakfasts - he is too ordinary, boring and unremarkable.
But suddenly the breakfast tradition is interrupted - to everyone's amazement, the ordinary Charles Strickland left his wife and went to Paris. Mrs. Strickland is sure that her husband ran off with a singer - luxurious hotels, expensive restaurants ... She asks the author to go after him and persuade him to return to his family.
However, in Paris, it turns out that Strickland lives alone, in the cheapest room in the poorest hotel. He admits that he acted horribly, but he does not care about the fate of his wife and children, nor does public opinion - he intends to devote the rest of his life not to duty to his family, but to himself: he wants to become an artist. Strickland seems to be possessed by a mighty, irresistible force that cannot be resisted.
Mrs. Strickland, with all her love of art, seems much more insulting that her husband left her for the sake of painting, she is ready to forgive; she continues to support rumors of Strickland's affair with a French dancer.
Five years later, once again in Paris, the author meets his friend Dirk Strew, a short, plump Dutchman with a comical appearance, absurdly kind, who wrote well-selling sweet Italian genre scenes. Although a mediocre artist, Dirk, however, perfectly understands art and faithfully serves it. Dirk knows Strickland, has seen his work and considers him a brilliant artist, and therefore often lends money, not hoping for a return and not expecting gratitude. Strickland really often goes hungry, but poverty does not bother him, he paints his paintings like an obsessed one, not caring about wealth, fame, or observance of the rules of human society, and as soon as the picture is finished, he loses interest in it - he does not expose, does not sell and even simply does not show to anyone.
Dirk Strew's drama is being played out before the author's eyes. When Strickland fell seriously ill, Dirk saved him from death, moved him to his place and, together with his wife, nursed him to full recovery. In "gratitude", Strickland enters into a relationship with his wife, Blanche, whom Streve loves more than anything. Blanche goes to Strickland. Dirk is completely crushed.
Such things are quite in the spirit of Strickland: normal human feelings are unknown to him. Strickland is too big for love and at the same time not worth it.
Blanche commits suicide a few months later. She loved Strickland, and he did not tolerate the claims of women to be his assistants, friends and comrades. As soon as he got tired of painting Blanche nude, he left her. Blanche was unable to return to her husband, as Strickland pointed out venomously, unable to forgive him for the sacrifices he had made. After the death of his wife, Dirk, heartbroken, leaves forever for his homeland, in Holland.
When at last Strickland shows his paintings to the author, they make a strong and strange impression on him. They feel an incredible effort to express something, a desire to get rid of the power that owns the artist - as if he knew the soul of the Universe and is obliged to embody it in his canvases ...
When fate throws the author to Tahiti, where Strickland spent the last years of his life, he asks everyone who knew him about the artist. He is told how Strickland, without money, without a job, hungry, lived in a rooming house in Marseilles; how, according to fake documents, fleeing the revenge of a certain Shrew Bill, he was hired on a steamer going to Australia, how he already worked in Tahiti as a plantation overseer ... The inhabitants of the island, who during his lifetime considered him a vagabond and were not interested in his “pictures”, are in their time, they missed the opportunity to buy canvases for pennies, which are now worth a lot of money. An old Tahitian woman, the hostess of the author's hotel, told him how she had found a wife for Strickland, Ata, a native, a distant relative of hers. Immediately after the wedding, Strickland and Ata went to the forest, where Ata had a small piece of land, and the next three years were the happiest in the artist's life. Ata did not bother him, did everything he ordered, raised their child ...
Strickland died of leprosy. Having learned about his illness, he wanted to go into the forest, but Ata did not let him go. They lived together, not communicating with people. Despite his blindness, Strickland continued to work, painting on the walls of his house. This wall painting was seen only by a doctor who came to visit the patient, but did not find him alive. He was shocked. There was something great, sensual and passionate in this work, as if it was created by the hands of a man who penetrated the depths of nature and discovered its frightening and beautiful secrets. By creating this painting, Strickland achieved what he wanted: he expelled the demon that had owned his soul for many years. But, dying, he ordered Ata to burn down the house after his death, and she did not dare to violate his last will.
Returning to London, the author meets again with Mrs. Strickland. After the death of her sister, she received an inheritance and lives very well. Strickland reproductions hang in her cozy living room, and she acts as if she had a great relationship with her husband.
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William Somerset Maugham
"Moon and penny"
After his death, the artist Charles Strickland was recognized as a genius, and, as is usually the case, everyone who has seen him at least once is in a hurry to write his memoirs and interpret his work. Some make of Strickland a good-natured family man, a caring husband and father, others sculpt a portrait of an immoral monster, without missing the slightest detail that could stir up the interest of the public. The author feels that he must write the truth about Strickland, for he knew him closer than others, and, attracted by the originality of the artist's personality, closely followed his life long before Strickland came into fashion: after all, the most interesting thing in art is the personality of the creator.
The novel takes place at the beginning of the 20th century. The author, a young writer, after his first literary success, is invited to breakfast with Mrs. Strickland - the bourgeois often have a weakness for people of art and consider it flattering to rotate in artistic circles. Her husband, a stockbroker, does not come to such breakfasts - he is too ordinary, boring and unremarkable.
But suddenly the breakfast tradition is interrupted - to everyone's amazement, the ordinary Charles Strickland left his wife and went to Paris. Mrs. Strickland is sure that her husband ran off with a singer - luxurious hotels, expensive restaurants ... She asks the author to go after him and persuade him to return to his family.
However, in Paris, it turns out that Strickland lives alone, in the cheapest room in the poorest hotel. He admits that he acted horribly, but he does not care about the fate of his wife and children, nor does public opinion - he intends to devote the rest of his life not to duty to his family, but to himself: he wants to become an artist. Strickland seems to be possessed by a mighty, irresistible force that cannot be resisted.
Mrs. Strickland, for all her love of art, seems much more insulting that her husband left her for the sake of painting, she is ready to forgive; she continues to support rumors of Strickland's affair with a French dancer.
Five years later, once again in Paris, the author meets his friend Dirk Strew, a short, plump Dutchman with a comical appearance, absurdly kind, who wrote well-selling sweet Italian genre scenes. Although a mediocre artist, Dirk, however, perfectly understands art and faithfully serves it. Dirk knows Strickland, has seen his work (and very few people can boast of this) and considers him a brilliant artist, and therefore often lends money, not hoping for a return and not expecting gratitude. Strickland really often goes hungry, but poverty does not bother him, he paints his paintings like an obsessed one, not caring about wealth, fame, or observance of the rules of human society, and as soon as the picture is finished, he loses interest in it - he does not expose, does not sell and even simply does not show to anyone.
Dirk Strew's drama is being played out before the author's eyes. When Strickland fell seriously ill, Dirk saved him from death, moved him to his place and, together with his wife, nursed him to full recovery. In "gratitude", Strickland enters into a relationship with his wife, Blanche, whom Streve loves more than anything. Blanche goes to Strickland. Dirk is completely crushed.
Such things are quite in the spirit of Strickland: normal human feelings are unknown to him. Strickland is too big for love and at the same time not worth it.
Blanche commits suicide a few months later. She loved Strickland, and he did not tolerate the claims of women to be his assistants, friends and comrades. As soon as he got tired of painting Blanche nude (he used her as a free model), he left her. Blanche was unable to return to her husband, as Strickland pointed out venomously, unable to forgive him for the sacrifices he made (Blanche was a governess, she was seduced by the owner’s son, and when it was discovered that she was pregnant, she was kicked out; she tried to commit suicide, then Streve and married her). After the death of his wife, Dirk, heartbroken, leaves forever for his homeland, in Holland.
When at last Strickland shows his paintings to the author, they make a strong and strange impression on him. They feel an incredible effort to express something, a desire to get rid of the power that owns the artist - as if he knew the soul of the Universe and is obliged to embody it in his canvases ...
When fate throws the author to Tahiti, where Strickland spent the last years of his life, he asks everyone who knew him about the artist. He is told how Strickland, without money, without a job, hungry, lived in a rooming house in Marseilles; how, according to fake documents, fleeing the revenge of a certain Shrew Bill, he was hired on a steamer going to Australia, how he already worked in Tahiti as a plantation overseer ... The inhabitants of the island, who during his lifetime considered him a vagabond and were not interested in his “pictures”, are At one time, they missed the opportunity to buy canvases for pennies, which are now worth a lot of money. An old Tahitian woman, the owner of the hotel where the author lives, told him how she had found a wife for Strickland, Ata, a native, her distant relative. Immediately after the wedding, Strickland and Ata went to the forest, where Ata had a small piece of land, and the next three years were the happiest in the artist's life. Ata did not bother him, did everything he ordered, raised their child ...
Strickland died of leprosy. Having learned about his illness, he wanted to go into the forest, but Ata did not let him go. They lived together, not communicating with people. Despite being blind (the last stage of leprosy), Strickland continued to work, painting on the walls of his house. This wall painting was seen only by a doctor who came to visit the patient, but did not find him alive. He was shocked. There was something great, sensual and passionate in this work, as if it was created by the hands of a man who penetrated the depths of nature and discovered its frightening and beautiful secrets. By creating this painting, Strickland achieved what he wanted: he expelled the demon that had owned his soul for many years. But, dying, he ordered Ata to burn down the house after his death, and she did not dare to violate his last will.
Returning to London, the author meets again with Mrs. Strickland. After the death of her sister, she received an inheritance and lives very well. Strickland reproductions hang in her cozy living room, and she acts as if she had a great relationship with her husband.
Very often, after the death of the creator, many write memoirs and try to explain his works. Everyone writes as he sees from his side. The author believes that he knew him better than others, and must convey the truth.
At the beginning of the twentieth century, the author frequently breakfasted at the Stricklands'. The husband was not present at breakfast, he is not interested. But soon this tradition was broken. Charles suddenly left his wife and moved to Paris. The author, who went in search, learned that Strickland, in pursuit of his dream of becoming an artist, left his family. Missy Strickland is easier to believe that he lives with a dancer than in his creative impulses. A few years later, the author meets an old friend of Dirk's. He learns that Strickland often goes hungry, and Dirk, considering him a brilliant artist, helps him free of charge.
Even during Strickland's serious illness, Dirk and his wife took care of him. The thanks are original. Charles took his wife away from Dirk. She soon committed suicide. The author, once in Tahiti, talks with everyone who knew Charles. He is told how he was homeless, how he escaped from Shrew Bill, how he got on a steamer bound for Australia, how he worked on the plantations of Tahiti. The islanders are very sorry that they did not buy canvases for a penny, for which they are now asking for a lot of money. The hostess of the hotel where the author stayed told how she found a wife for Strickland. It was her distant relative, the native Ata.
Having married, the young went to live in the forest. Ata was a very understanding and unobtrusive wife. These three years were the happiest of his life. Charles fell ill with leprosy. Blinded by illness, he painted on the walls. The painting was seen only by a doctor who came to them. Having made it, Charles was freed from the demon that owned him all this time. He ordered his wife to burn down the house when he died, and she did not dare to disobey him. On his return to London, the author sees Mrs. Strickland. She lives on the money of her deceased sister, and Charles's paintings hang in the house. Her behavior does not betray a true relationship with her ex-husband. The author was reminded of the son of Ata and Strickland, sitting in a fishing boat under the starry curtain of heaven.
moon and penny
Summary of the novel
After his death, the artist Charles Strickland was recognized as a genius, and, as is usually the case, everyone who has seen him at least once is in a hurry to write his memoirs and interpret his work. Some make of Strickland a good-natured family man, a caring husband and father, others sculpt a portrait of an immoral monster, without missing the slightest detail that could stir up the interest of the public. The author feels that he must write the truth about Strickland, for he knew him better than others, and, attracted by the originality of the artist's personality,
I closely followed his life long before Strickland became fashionable: after all, the most interesting thing in art is the personality of the creator.
The novel takes place at the beginning of the 20th century. The author, a young writer, after his first literary success, is invited to breakfast with Mrs. Strickland - the bourgeois often have a soft spot for people of art and consider it flattering to move in artistic circles. Her husband, a stockbroker, does not come to such breakfasts - he is too ordinary, boring and unremarkable.
But suddenly the breakfast tradition is interrupted - to everyone's amazement, the ordinary Charles Strickland left his wife and left for Paris. Mrs. Strickland is sure that her husband ran off with a singer - luxury hotels, expensive restaurants ... She asks the author to go after him and persuade him to return to his family.
However, in Paris, it turns out that Strickland lives alone, in the cheapest room in the poorest hotel. He admits that he acted horribly, but he does not care about the fate of his wife and children, nor does public opinion - he intends to devote the rest of his life not to duty to his family, but to himself: he wants to become an artist. Strickland seems to be possessed by a mighty, irresistible force that cannot be resisted.
Mrs. Strickland, with all her love of art, seems much more insulting that her husband left her for the sake of painting, she is ready to forgive; she continues to support rumors of Strickland's affair with a French dancer.
Five years later, once again in Paris, the author meets his friend Dirk Strew, a short, plump Dutchman with a comical appearance, absurdly kind, who wrote well-selling sweet Italian genre scenes. Although a mediocre artist, Dirk, however, perfectly understands art and faithfully serves it. Dirk knows Strickland, has seen his work (and very few people can boast of this) and considers him a brilliant artist, and therefore often lends money, not hoping for a return and not expecting gratitude. Strickland really often goes hungry, but poverty does not bother him, he paints his paintings like a man possessed, not caring about wealth, fame, or observance of the rules of human society, and as soon as the picture is finished, he loses interest in it - he does not expose, does not sell and even simply does not show to anyone.
Dirk Strew's drama is being played out before the author's eyes. When Strickland fell seriously ill, Dirk saved him from death, moved him to his place and, together with his wife, nursed him to full recovery. In "gratitude," Strickland enters into a relationship with his wife, Blanche, whom Streve loves more than anything. Blanche goes to Strickland. Dirk is completely crushed.
Such things are quite in the spirit of Strickland: normal human feelings are unknown to him. Strickland is too big for love and at the same time not worth it.
Blanche commits suicide a few months later. She loved Strickland, and he did not tolerate the claims of women to be his assistants, friends and comrades. As soon as he got tired of painting Blanche nude (he used her as a free model), he left her. Blanche could not return to her husband, as Strickland pointed out venomously, unable to forgive him for the sacrifices he made (Blanche was a governess, she was seduced by the owner's son, and when it was discovered that she was pregnant, she was kicked out; she tried to commit suicide, then Streve and married her). After the death of his wife, Dirk, heartbroken, leaves forever for his homeland, in Holland.
When at last Strickland shows his paintings to the author, they make a strong and strange impression on him. They feel an incredible effort to express something, a desire to get rid of the power that owns the artist - as if he knew the soul of the Universe and is obliged to embody it in his canvases ...
When fate throws the author to Tahiti, where Strickland spent the last years of his life, he asks everyone who knew him about the artist. He is told how Strickland, without money, without a job, hungry, lived in a rooming house in Marseilles; how, according to forged documents, fleeing the revenge of a certain Shrew Bill, he got hired on a steamer going to Australia, how he already worked in Tahiti as a plantation overseer ... The inhabitants of the island, who during his lifetime considered him a tramp and were not interested in his “pictures”, are in their time, they missed the opportunity to buy canvases for pennies, which are now worth a lot of money. An old Tahitian woman, the hostess of the author's hotel, told him how she had found a wife for Strickland, Ata, a native, a distant relative of hers. Immediately after the wedding, Strickland and Ata went to the forest, where Ata had a small piece of land, and the next three years were the happiest in the artist's life. Ata did not bother him, did everything he ordered, raised their child ...
Strickland died of leprosy. Having learned about his illness, he wanted to go into the forest, but Ata did not let him go. They lived together, not communicating with people. Despite being blind (the last stage of leprosy), Strickland continued to work, painting on the walls of his house. This wall painting was seen only by a doctor who came to visit the patient, but did not find him alive. He was shocked. There was something great, sensual and passionate in this work, as if it was created by the hands of a man who penetrated the depths of nature and discovered its frightening and beautiful secrets. By creating this painting, Strickland achieved what he wanted: he expelled the demon that had owned his soul for many years. But, dying, he ordered Ata to burn down the house after his death, and she did not dare to violate his last will.
Returning to London, the author meets again with Mrs. Strickland. After the death of her sister, she received an inheritance and lives very well. Strickland reproductions hang in her cozy living room, and she acts as if she had a great relationship with her husband.
Listening to Mrs. Strickland, the author for some reason recalls the son of Strickland and Ata, as if seeing him with his own eyes on a fishing schooner. And above it - the thick blue of the sky, the stars and, as far as the eye can see, the watery desert of the Pacific Ocean.
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moon and penny
W. S. Maugham
moon and penny
After his death, the artist Charles Strickland was recognized as a genius, and, as is usually the case, everyone who has seen him at least once is in a hurry to write his memoirs and interpret his work. Some make of Strickland a good-natured family man, a caring husband and father, others sculpt a portrait of an immoral monster, without missing the slightest detail that could stir up the interest of the public. The author feels that he must write the truth about Strickland, for he knew him closer than others, and, attracted by the originality of the artist's personality, closely followed his life long before Strickland came into fashion: after all, the most interesting thing in art is the personality of the creator.
The novel takes place at the beginning of the 20th century. The author, a young writer, after his first literary success, is invited to breakfast with Mrs. Strickland - the bourgeois often have a soft spot for people of art and consider it flattering to rotate in artistic circles. Her husband, a stockbroker, does not come to such breakfasts - he is too ordinary, boring and unremarkable.
But suddenly the breakfast tradition is interrupted - to everyone's amazement, the ordinary Charles Strickland left his wife and left for Paris. Mrs. Strickland is sure that her husband ran off with a singer - luxury hotels, expensive restaurants ... She asks the author to go after him and persuade him to return to his family.
However, in Paris, it turns out that Strickland lives alone, in the cheapest room in the poorest hotel. He admits that he acted horribly, but he does not care about the fate of his wife and children, nor does public opinion - he intends to devote the rest of his life not to duty to his family, but to himself: he wants to become an artist. Strickland seems to be possessed by a mighty, irresistible force that cannot be resisted.
Mrs. Strickland, for all her love of art, seems much more insulting that her husband left her for the sake of painting, she is ready to forgive; she continues to support rumors of Strickland's affair with a French dancer.
Five years later, once again in Paris, the author meets his friend Dirk Strew, a short, plump Dutchman with a comical appearance, absurdly kind, who wrote well-selling sweet Italian genre scenes. Although a mediocre artist, Dirk, however, perfectly understands art and faithfully serves it. Dirk knows Strickland, has seen his work (and very few people can boast of this) and considers him a brilliant artist, and therefore often lends money, not hoping for a return and not expecting gratitude. Strickland really often goes hungry, but he is not bothered by poverty, he paints his paintings like a man possessed, not caring about wealth, fame, or observance of the rules of human society, and as soon as the picture is finished, he loses interest in it - he does not expose, does not sell and even simply does not show to anyone.
Dirk Strew's drama is being played out before the author's eyes. When Strickland fell seriously ill, Dirk saved him from death, moved him to his place and, together with his wife, nursed him to full recovery. In "gratitude", Strickland enters into a relationship with his wife, Blanche, whom Streve loves more than anything. Blanche goes to Strickland. Dirk is completely crushed.
Such things are quite in the spirit of Strickland: normal human feelings are unknown to him. Strickland is too big for love and at the same time not worth it.
Blanche commits suicide a few months later. She loved Strickland, and he did not tolerate the claims of women to be his assistants, friends and comrades. As soon as he got tired of painting Blanche naked (he used her as a free model), he left her. Blanche could not return to her husband, as Strickland venomously noted, unable to forgive him for the sacrifices he made (Blanche was a governess, she was seduced by the owner's son, and when it was discovered that she was pregnant, she was kicked out; she tried to commit suicide, then Streve and married her). After the death of his wife, Dirk, heartbroken, leaves forever for his homeland, in Holland.
When at last Strickland shows his paintings to the author, they make a strong and strange impression on him. They feel an incredible effort to express something, a desire to get rid of the power that owns the artist - as if he knew the soul of the Universe and is obliged to embody it in his canvases ...
When fate throws the author to Tahiti, where Strickland spent the last years of his life, he asks everyone who knew him about the artist. He is told how Strickland, without money, without a job, hungry, lived in a rooming house in Marseilles; how, according to fake documents, fleeing the revenge of a certain Shrew Bill, he was hired on a steamer going to Australia, how he already worked in Tahiti as a plantation overseer ... The inhabitants of the island, who during his lifetime considered him a vagabond and were not interested in his “pictures”, are in their time, they missed the opportunity to buy canvases for pennies, which are now worth a lot of money. An old Tahitian woman, the hostess of the author's hotel, told him how she had found a wife for Strickland, Ata, a native, a distant relative of hers. Immediately after the wedding, Strickland and Ata went to the forest, where Ata had a small piece of land, and the next three years were the happiest in the artist's life. Ata did not bother him, did everything he ordered, raised their child ...
Strickland died of leprosy. Having learned about his illness, he wanted to go into the forest, but Ata did not let him go. They lived together, not communicating with people. Despite being blind (the last stage of leprosy), Strickland continued to work, painting on the walls of his house. This wall painting was seen only by a doctor who came to visit the patient, but did not find him alive. He was shocked. There was something great, sensual and passionate in this work, as if it was created by the hands of a man who penetrated the depths of nature and discovered its frightening and beautiful secrets. By creating this painting, Strickland achieved what he wanted: he expelled the demon that had owned his soul for many years. But, dying, he ordered Ata to burn down the house after his death, and she did not dare to violate his last will.
Returning to London, the author meets again with Mrs. Strickland. After the death of her sister, she received an inheritance and lives very well. Strickland reproductions hang in her cozy living room, and she acts as if she had a great relationship with her husband.