Girl with a Pearl earring is one of the titles that has been attributed to Dutch 17th century painter Jan Vermeer’s painting of a young girl, wearing a turban and, of course, a pearl earring. The painting has been called “The Mona Lisa of the North”, and is remarkable for its enigmatic history and nature. The book with the same title is Tracy Chevalier’s completely fictional account of what could have been the story behind the making of this widely recognized portrait.
Griet is a sixteen year old girl who in the beginning of the book receives the news that she will be working as a maid in the household of the Vermeer’s. Griet’s family is poor; her father has recently lost his eye sight after an working accident, and they desperately need any money that they can get hold of.
Griet is set to do the most normal and mundane of daily tasks, like washing clothes, grocery shopping and so on, but also, she is supposed to clean in the artist Vermeer’s working room. Throughout the book, it is described how the relationship between the maid and the artist grows more intimate and complex, and a secret but very silent bond is created between the two. She is awarded with more responsibility, and learns to help the painter with the preparation of colours and pigments, while in the meantime, he teaches her to view objects and paintings with the eyes of an artist. Not to be forgotten, is the role played by the painters jealous wife, who from the very beginning despises Griet’s presence in the house.
Besides the main intrigue – the relationship between the two central figures, and how he one day is forced to paint her – the family of Griet’s is important, as well as the relationship she develops with the butcher’s son.
“Girl with a Pearl Earring” is described by The Wall Street Journal as a work of triumph, and a lovely story. Time refers to it as a jewel of a novel. All in all, it has been praised as a wonderful love story.
Bollocks.
This book is a pathetic attempt at a love story and portrait. Though the roughly 250 pages of this book is written in a first persona narrative, the insight and understanding of the psyche of the main character that we receive as readers isn’t exactly in-depth. The devastating monotony of first person Griet’s “I and I and me” might just have disturbed my mental health so much as to actually have brought upon me the cough that currently bothers me. Griet is a stupid chick, rendered dreadfully obvious as what can seemingly fit into the lenghty and dull monologues of hers, is narrowed down to laundry, how she can’t understand her masters art, and how she still somehow fancies him for it. Griet is a nonsensical character, and I wish to cleanse her off my mind forever as soon as I’ve finished tearing this book apart; she is the one literary character, described in first person, who is actually more of a tabula rasa (clean slate) AFTER I’ve read the book, than before.
What regards the element of love in this story, I don’t know where to begin. Supposedly, there is something like a secretive, loving tenderness, intangible, between Griet and Vermeer, though I was late to in fact acknowledge it at all. And as Griet describes it to us, it seems that Vermeer himself didn’t recognize it; “Now when the painting had been finished, he didn’t need me any longer”, after which she cries. Supposedly, Vermeer had touched Griet once – something that would prove, seeing the fragility of a master/servant relationship – that there was something more than mere professionalism between the two. Heartbreaking. Try Romeo and Juliet.
I can’t go on about this book any longer. If you have nothing else to read, or you simply just want something that reads quickly (Chevalier is about as stylistically sophisticated as sheep), read Girl with a Pearl Earring.