I asked a writer who works in publishing if they knew of any good novels about women artists. Two, he said: Leonora Carrington and Dorothea Tanning. He loved them both.
Well, just to clarify: biographies and autobiographies aren’t fiction. I think it is an important distinction, because women write all kinds of fiction and write it very well – some of it is the best – but how “our heroine” functions is often a far cry from how the hero does.
At present I am just looking for the creative woman in fiction - the sensitive, selfish visionary and well, Genius. As Ayn Rand might call, the Prime Mover.
Even someone in the publishing field couldn’t come up with anything.
Carrington I have not read, but I remember Birthday by Tanning very well. She has a fine way with words and I totally enjoyed it, but it might just as well be called My Life with Max Ernst. It was a Romance. - Maybe Carrington wrote that story too.
The story goes: Ernst tells Tanning that she is the creator of (the painting) Birthday, a marvelous thing. That’s the last I recall of her achievements in this narrative, while I don’t need to remind you of the output of Max Ernst. One big important painting (with tits flashing no less) is not enough. And I do not mean in the actual oeuvre, but the writing of it - how it plays out. Did she really go there? I just don’t recall it.
But who cared about that anyway? Everyone wanted to know about life with Max and that’s what we got.