Daniel Farson (1927–1997)

Widely regarded as the best British painter since Turner, very little is known about Francis Bacon's life. In this, the first-ever book to be written about him, Daniel Farson, friend and confidant to Bacon for over forty years, gives a highly personal, first-hand account of the man as he knew him. From his sexual adventures to his rise from obscurity to international fame, Farson gives us unique insight into Bacon's genius. `Gilded gutter life'' means rough but rich trade among gays, and show more Farson thus identifies the sex life of the English painter Francis Bacon (1909-92) with his work—which many think of with sheer horror. Farson (The Man Who Wrote Dracula, 1976; the fictional Swansdowne, 1987, etc.) was friends with Bacon for 40 years, and he intends a memoir here, not a biography, although the latter is charcoaled in amid the gay barhopping. Born in Dublin around the corner from Oscar Wilde's birthplace, Bacon was so wildly and ingeniously wise that his life seems secondary to his table talk, as captured here and in David Sylvestre's 1975 Interviews. Though eventually very wealthy, Bacon dismissed material possessions, lived in reclusive squalor, thought posterity was rubbish, and—to the outsider—seemed to project some ghastly self-hatred upon the monstrously distorted humans in his canvases. Bacon could paint as literally as anyone, was bored by mere likeness, and set out to distort reality into reality. He'd paint from photos rather than hurt the feelings of subjects who sat for him, then saw themselves ``damaged'' by his distortions. Says Farson: ``He...was totally amoral. He had little time for weakness in others and no patience with human foibles or small vanities. He was easily bored.... Even if he had not become a painter his personality was so original that he would have made an impression on his time.'' When his father found him dressing up in his mother's underwear at 15, he was shipped off to London to live alone on three pounds a week. Completely irreligious, he said he painted death as the shadow of life because he loved life so greatly. A physical masochist, a mental sadist, he offered as his favorite saying: ``We are meat. Cheerio!'' Like crawling in a tub of dead fish—but a great read. show less

1669 Jack the Ripper, by David Farson (read 7 Nov 1981) This is a poorly-put-together book on its subject, a mish-mash really. This books says Montague John Druitt, a lawyer, was Jack the Ripper and that he committed suicide in Dec 1888 (the killings were on Aug 31, Sept 8, Sept 30 (2), and Nov 9). I don't think he makes a very good case. The book does have some gruesome pictures. Too bad it is not better written.

Doubtful about the quality of the contents, but I LOVE this cover!

JtR: Druitt

Good for its time.