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Hall provides a Polish art-historical context before concentrating on ten artists — six in detail — several of them his friends and all of them now dead. The six settled here after the war and four married British women. Henryk Gotlib (1890-1966) was exceptional, having arrived before the war; the others had to avoid capture to reach Britain, three as soldiers. Alexander Zyw (pronouced Zich, as in loch) was in the army and escaped via Vichy France, where exit visas were reserved for over-fifties. He persuaded a theatrical hairdresser to make him look the part, saying he was desperate for this girl who was willing to surrender only to an older lover. Vive la France!
But if Polish dash occasionally breaks through, a ‘consciousness of tragedy’ is the artistic hallmark, a phrase which Hall admits would be a suitable subtitle. Marian Kratochwil (1906-97) may have witnessed worse atrocities than the others. In his memoirs he wrote of his war experience: ‘I was profoundly frightened of the dark recesses of human nature, and even the word “justice” became an enigma to me.’ In London he grew disenchanted with ‘the shallowness and humdrum hedonism of British society’. That he lived in a time warp, the exile’s temptation, became apparent as he finished by painting grand satires, in one of which a giant frog surveys endless strife.
The artists who integrated most successfully are consequently the better known: Jankel Adler (1895-1949) and Josef Herman (1911-2000). Both were Jews, which possibly made adaptation easier, although individualism was the mark of the exiles. Adler is unique in having made his name before the war, large enough to ensure his inclusion in the Nazis’ Degenerative Art Show. As the sole star in Britain of Ecole de Paris internationalism, forging a style between Klee and Picasso, he had a considerable influence on young and progressive British painters.
Herman quickly carved a niche in socialist post-war England with his unsentimental pictures of fishermen and miners. Left- wing and atheist, he was nonetheless a metaphysician rather than a social realist, recognising the abstract tremors of the spirit out of which all religions have been made. These strange regions of our longing cannot be discarded because we have a bone to pick with theologians and priests.
Herman was elected an honorary RA in 1990.
It is characteristic that Hall mentions the one household name, Feliks Topolski (1907-89), only in passing. As he says, Topolski was a celebrity and that is not his style. By contrast, his chosen painters hardly feature today even in English-language histories of Polish art. The book is also a conscious exercise in what another eccentric artist, David Jones, called anamnesis, ‘the constant need to remember what we are and were’. This altogether good deed has taken 15 years to accomplish and is published by yet another admirably independent spirit, John Sansom of Bristol.
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