Excerpt
A light
breeze entered through the open windows of the third-floor life-drawing
classroom the following afternoon of September 1, 1939. Marc could not quite
figure out if the room at one time had been a drawing room, dressing room, or
parlor. The gold leafing of the plaster molds was barely visible. The mirrors
held cracks in the gilding. He knew it was not a valuable room; otherwise, it
would never have become home to an art class. The entire school might be held
within the servants’ quarters, but Marc preferred not to ask and instead
allowed his imagination to run wild.
“They say
in the papers nearly 16,000 children have now left the city,” Marc overheard
from a discussion next to him.
“I believe
they are now passing out the gas masks,” another student said in a hushed tone.
“Take out a
pencil and a sheet of paper. Place it to one side of your desk where you cannot
see it,” the older instructor told the students. “Now, please, eyes forward.
Marie, can you please remove your robe and give the class a comfortable pose? I
want you to draw the contour of Marie’s body, without looking at the paper.
This exercise will be seven minutes.” Marie gazed confidently at the nude,
auburn hair with brown eyes, her figure full and hourglass.
“Why can’t
I look at the paper?” a student complained from the rear of the room.
“How will I
know if I am drawing her right?” one of the female students echoed.
“You won’t
know,” the instructor retorted.
“This makes
no sense to me,” another complained.
“This is
the final? You have led us to a point of drawing without looking?” another
complained bitterly.
“Do as I
ask. And now, silence. My God, all of this worry and fuss over a certificate of
attendance. You will get your paper but, right now, focus on Marie. Draw her
slowly. Do everything you can to overcome the desire to check your work. Do not
look at your hand, paper, or the pencil. Just look at the model.”
When the
instructor turned his back, nearly everyone in the class looked, including
Marc. The temptation inside him became overwhelming but the glance at his page
did nothing to relieve his frustrations, fears, or doubts.
“Who just
looked?” There was silence. “Liars,” he chuckled with a smirk. The time was
finally over. “Now, let’s take a look.”
Sighs and
murmurs filled the room. Students glanced away from their drawings. The man in
front of Marc turned his paper over.
“What do
you see?” the instructor demanded.
“I see a
really shitty drawing,” a woman in the middle of the class said, her tone
sharp.
“Excellent.
Who else?”
“Mine looks
good, not perfect, but good,” another student replied.
“Were you
looking?” he asked.
“No, I did
just as you asked,” the student answered.
“Amazing.
Maybe later you can demonstrate for us this miracle gift you have,” the
instructor said. A few laughs floated amongst the students. “The purpose of
this exercise is not to draw what you think you see, but what you actually see.
Most of the time when we draw, we are focused upon the paper instead of the
model. You look up with a glance, and then look down at your paper and continue
to work. But you are not drawing the model. You are drawing what you think you
see as the model. This exercise is not about training your hand, but your eyes.
Unless you really see your model with all your sight, you are just drawing from
your imagination.”
Marc
studied his own poor example. The shape he had drawn was nearly unrecognizable
as a human form. He felt irate with himself as he stared at the distorted
proportions and contorted lines.
A sound
could be heard outside in the hallway, muffled by the door.
“This is
the foundation of my class if you continue with me at École Nationale
Supérieure des Beaux-Arts. You know how to draw, but you lack the ability to
see,” he continued.
The noise
became far greater outside the class. People in the hall spoke loudly; the
stomping feet of someone running down the corridor grew closer.
“Marie, please replace
your robe,” the instructor said, and then walked toward the noise.
As the door opened, Marc heard,
“Guerre! La guerre!”
“Stop!
Silence, please. I have a class in session. Have you gone mad?” Students from
other classes poured into the hallway.
“No, sir. I
was told to tell everyone of the war.”
“What war?”
he asked.
“France.
France is at war with Germany. If you have a radio, turn it on. They are
calling up the troops.” The students gasped, and their teacher stood in the
doorway, stunned.
That night, Marc’s roommate packed
for the front. “It is all a farce. I am going to be bored to death,” he
complained bitterly. “France is not Czechoslovakia, or Austria.”
“The war is
not official yet. France and Britain made demands, but nothing is official
until the third,” Marc said to him.
David Leroy did extensive research
on the German occupation of France for his debut novel The Siren of Paris. This
historical novel follows the journey of one American from medical student, to
artist, to political prisoner at Buchenwald Concentration Camp during World War
II.
Marc, a French born American student, never suspected that he would become trapped in German occupied France when he came to Paris in the summer of 1939 to study art. While smuggling a downed airman out of the American Hospital, through the Paris resistance underground, his life is plunged into total darkness when someone he trusts becomes a collaborator agent for the Gestapo. Marc then must fight to save his soul when he is banished to the “Fog and the Night” of Buchenwald, where he struggles with guilt over the consequences of having his trust betrayed.
You can purchase The Siren of Paris from Amazon -- http://www.amazon.com/The-Siren-Paris-David-LeRoy/dp/0983966710/ref=tmm_pap_title_0 and learn more about this author and novel at http://www.thesirenofparis.com/
For more information about this virtual book tour, please visit -- http://bookpromotionservices.com/2012/05/22/siren-of-paris-tour/Virtual Book Tour - The Siren of Paris by David LeRoy
Marc, a French born American student, never suspected that he would become trapped in German occupied France when he came to Paris in the summer of 1939 to study art. While smuggling a downed airman out of the American Hospital, through the Paris resistance underground, his life is plunged into total darkness when someone he trusts becomes a collaborator agent for the Gestapo. Marc then must fight to save his soul when he is banished to the “Fog and the Night” of Buchenwald, where he struggles with guilt over the consequences of having his trust betrayed.
You can purchase The Siren of Paris from Amazon -- http://www.amazon.com/The-Siren-Paris-David-LeRoy/dp/0983966710/ref=tmm_pap_title_0 and learn more about this author and novel at http://www.thesirenofparis.com/
For more information about this virtual book tour, please visit -- http://bookpromotionservices.com/2012/05/22/siren-of-paris-tour/Virtual Book Tour - The Siren of Paris by David LeRoy
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