I chanced to read Hugh Cornwell's Window on the world. As I have no memory for names, Mr Cornwell didn't ring a bell. This guy must be an author in his own right, full of life and energy, full of intricate worlds hidden behind appearances. It may not be far from the truth ! What is behind works of art and paintings ? What is fascinating us ? What we see ? What we think we can see ? Or what we cannot but see because our life is now revolving round its new axis : nothing exists but the world represented in the painting ; nobody matters except the one who is at the origin of our re-birth. Thus, our hunger for sensations is boundless. Nobody will stop us, we shall possess every single painting by this same artist. I really had this uncanny impression of opening a window onto a forbidden world : passion. M Corwell does not resort to frantic words to give flesh to his sensations ; as an artist, as a true painter of the human psyche, each paragraph is a step forward, each chapter is a step closer to this vertigo. Nobody strangle our quest for ourselves.
Bruno R, English teacher.