|Portrait of Manet, Edgar Degas|
In writing some time ago about the friendly camaraderie of the Cafe Guerbois I may have created the impression that the tiny Paris bistro was something of a dingy, club house for the Eduoard Manet fan club. Though Manet was probably the main drawing card around which the clientele of the arty little establishment encircled, the place was by no means all sweetness and light insofar as the resulting verbal discourse was concerned. Manet was a highly opinionated, stiff-necked, impetuous, sharp-tongued, demagogue who seldom permitted contradiction or even discussion of his views. He was of rather diminutive stature, pink-skinned, possessing a quick, intelligent eye, a mobile mouth, and a gentile, expressive face. He sat with his elbows on the table, tossing off jeers and cutting remarks regarding his critics in a Montmartre accent totally out of character with his impeccable dress and white gloves. He loved being the center of attention.
|Portrait of Edmond Duranty, 1879, Edgar Degas|
Of course Manet and Degas had, from time to time, argued so vehemently they they'd return portrait gifts they'd done of one another (in Degas' case, he'd even gone so far as to mutilate the canvas first), this was nothing compared to the often vicious discourse between Manet and Duranty. Their "discussions" once led to a duel, with Zola acting as a second for Manet and Paul Alexis, a friend of Cezanne's, acting as Duranty's second. Actually the whole thing was almost farcical. Though both men were totally ignorant of the art of fencing, they threw themselves into the act with such savage force their "duel" ended up as more of a brawl. By the time their seconds pried them apart, their swords looked more like corkscrews. And, while Duranty was slightly wounded in the debacle, by the end of the night, he and Manet were once more best of friends.