Stan Lauryssens

I very rarely leave a review for a book I read so little of: DNF @14%, so bear that in mind, but I resent this book.

I picked it up randomly at the library in a rush because I am hyperfixated on Surrealism and Dalì, particularly his early work, at the moment and thought this was more of a biography/ memoir, rather than what it actually is. I haven't enjoyed it from the jump, but I forced myself to keep reading because I knew Dalì actually becomes a central figure, eventually. As much as I show more adore his work, I can't help be morbidly curious about how much of much his self aggrandising and general dickheadery increased exponentially as he aged.

What this actually is: the bargain version of something like The Wolf of Wall Street (not a film I even liked), but without any of the charm and skill that Scorsese and the cast bring to the endeavour. It's just a nouveau riche bourgeois yuppie bragging about how much money he made, fucking people over (who admittedly are rich, so LOL), and alternating between telling you how much he does or doesn't like the rich guy stuff he starts doing.

I fucking hate this guy. He's executive wanker in an 80s movie-coded. Like, I support securing the bag and it's always fun to see people with more money than sense get ripped off, but there's just no way to enjoy that or be anything but repulsed by a guy who instantly becomes more of an entitled prick than any of the people he's actually fleecing.

The whole book feels like constant shitty flexing. Maybe there is supposed to be an attempt to play it straight, no remorse in the moment, as with The Wolf of Wall Street, but the author, and presumably ghost writer, just don't have the chops to do that kind of subtlety. But, more, than anything, it just reads like a pathetic guy flexing.

The writing is terrible. It's readable and chuggable, but there isn't a scrap of artistry or soul in it. It just feels like life vanity, cash grab, airport book crap. If I had a long flight and absolutely nothing else to do this book would be a godsend, but otherwise I want nothing to do with it and wish I had gone with my gut.

Oof. I really don't normally go this hard, especially on such an early DNF, but I really did hate this book. show less

Dali & I, a memoir of the wild ride Stan Lauryssens experienced as a high-flying dealer of Salvador Dali’s artwork, sketches Dali as a grotesque human incarnation of the twisted surrealism that inspired his art. By placing his own name alongside Dali’s in the title and acknowledging his own moral shortcomings as a trafficker in fraudulent Dali art, Lauryssens seeks to redeem himself (or at least rationalize his misdeeds) as the inevitable byproduct of the aging Dali’s lack of artistic show more integrity and the greedy consumerism of wealthy art investors.

The beginning of the book is a major hoot, recounting with how Lauryssens rose from a menial job punching holes in Emmentaler cheese, to a stint as a writer for a bogus Hollywood magazine, to a millionaire reseller of Dali art. His conversational writing style, peppered with anecdotes from close associates of Dali, makes for an easy, engaging read. And the descriptions of Catalonia, along with its impact on Dali’s art, have a poetic quality about them.

Some of his swindling war stories carry a whiff of exaggeration, yet I have little doubt that greed and gullibility generated many easy marks for his fraudulent transactions. The author’s second- or third-hand descriptions of Dali’s wild orgies and penchant for signing his name to voluminous amounts of art he did not produce are still harder to accept at face value. Though Lauryssens undoubtedly traveled in Dali’s circles, writes with convincing detail, and is not the first to question the authenticity of some of Dali’s later works, he would have us believe that the majority of Dali’s body of artwork is inauthentic, including many famous paintings on display in museums around the world.

A tad too convenient of a theory, perhaps, serving the twin purposes of minimizing the import of the author’s own fraudulent acts (how guilty can he have been if the entire post-1930s Dali collection is suspect) and generating controversy and buzz for his book. And with a major movie starring Al Pacino as Dali in the works for relase in 2009, I can’t help but wonder if Dali & I represents yet another sleight of hand from this master of the trade. My advice: read the book (it's great fun after all) and judge its veracity for yourself! show less

Gargoyle: a grotesquely carved figure of a human or animal. Very early in my reading of Stan Lauryssens’ Dali & I the image of a gargoyle struck me as appropriate to describe Dali. He is grotesque. He is human in physical form, but animal-like in his actions and attitudes. He is engaged in self-carving throughout his life. Here is a typical Dali quote, upon being told someone is thinking of making a movie of his life: “Im-pos-si-ble. No scrrreen in the worrrld izzz larrrge enough for the show more geniuzzz of Dali. They would have to prrroject it on ze moon and to portray everrry second of Dali’s life. The film would have to be seventy yearzzz long.” (88) Stan Lauryssens, the author, becomes an art dealer, dealing exclusively in Dali, after learning very early on in life that “anyone – even presidents – can be taken for a ride.” (6) And what a ride he goes on! He finds cheating, deceiving and swindling enjoyable and rewarding. His rewards include parkland villas, luxury cars and Cartier watches. He sells a photocopy of a Dali to one of the many suckers he encounters for a quarter of a million dollars. Dali, he sees, is such a phenomenon that he is signing blank sheets of paper in preparation for lithographs, prints or etchings to be added later and these are being photocopied ad infinitum, with hundreds of thousands, perhaps millions of copies of worthless paper being sold to more and more suckers. Dali, he says, is only interested in “cash in hand, up front, as much as possible,” (107) but he himself is no different. He is thrown in prison and soon released on a technicality. The surreal life of Dali and Lauryssens continues to unfold as if on a giant roller-coaster. “Dali”, we are told at one point, has deliberately set out to dupe art critics, museum curators and art collectors...in a surrealistic joke.” (248) Lauryssens reaches a cathartic moment in which rather than swindling yet another victim, admits that the whole Dali thing is a con. (272) But given the enormous amount of duplicity engaged in by the author to make his Dali fortune, the veracity of the whole tale is questionable. In the author’s note we are assured that “events and actions...and conversations...are meant to reflect the substance” but in the end the assurance rings hollow. Nothing in the whole work can be taken at face value. The Dali thing is a con but the book itself comes across as a con, too. Lauryssens’ work seems no more than one of the fake fake Dalis he pawns off on the suckers. show less

I was very disappointed in this book. The back cover blurb said that Stan Lauryssens was an art dealer who sold nothing but Dali and the longer he sold Dali the closer he got to Dali's inner circle until he ended up living next door to the artist. And it references the many fake Dali artworks on the market and mentions that Dali himself hired other artists to make fake Dali art.

Okay, so this sounds interesting. Rich people laundering money buying art, a dealer who gets to know Dali, an show more insider who can reveal the truth behind the frauds.

Except Stan only met Dali once, toward the end of Dali's life and long after he was no longer able to paint. They lived on the same mountain in Spain not because they were friends or because either of them chose it, but because Stan's girlfriend chose the house and moved there while Stan was in jail.

Oh, did I mention that Stan was a very good con man? He wasn't an art dealer. He sold people paintings and other Dali artwork that he suspected was fake and later learned was most assuredly fake. He also sold paintings, like Dali's version of "The Last Supper", that he didn't own, had no access to, and had no legal rights to sell. That's the one that landed him in jail, by the way.

There really isn't much story here. A lot of details are missing, and a lot of time periods are simply passed over. Unfortunately, when he skips over a time period he invariably jumps right into the middle of discussing the effects of something that happened during that time, without ever clearly explaining what really happened.

There are other books out about the Dali art scandals and all the fakes and the artists whose paintings were sold as Dali's. Even the short descriptions of these books and the people involved from Wikipedia and other web sites make more sense and give a more complete understanding than what you'll get from this book. And, if you check other references, you'll see that other people involved with Dali say that Stan's book is more fiction than fact.

Not my cup of tea.

OH: this book is becoming a movie starring Al Pacino as Dali. From what I've read, the entire story is being reworked and the movie is supposed to show Stan as not only Dali's friend, but a protege. In other words, from a book about deception in the art world, a book that is probably more false than fact, there is going to be a movie that takes what few facts are left and turns them into fiction.

I believe I'll have to pass on the movie as well. show less