Private Life: A New York Review Podcast
May 20, 2026 · 35 min · 14 segments
In the May 27, 2010, issue of *The New York Review of Books*, Ingrid D. Rowland wrote “Radiant, Angry Caravaggio,” a look at…
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"Radiant, Angry Caravaggio," written by Ingrid D. Rowland, May twenty-seventh, twenty-ten.
Four hundred years ago this summer, a half-crazed middle-aged man staggered into the little Italian seaside town of Porto Ercole, muttering incoherently in his nasal Lombard accent about a missing boatload with paintings.
He must have been carrying the sword that rarely left his side, but there is no record of it or of those who put him to bed in the town's tiny hospital, a place more accustomed to hosting ailing sailors, port workers, and galley slaves.
We know only that there on his sickbed, his fever, his wounds, and his desperation carried him off in the heat of July.
A terse local record notes, quote, "On July eighteenth, sixteen-ten, Michelangelo Merisi da Caravaggio, the painter, died of disease in the hospital of Saint Mary the Helper." We do not know whether the disease was malaria, syphilis, infection, or heart sickness, but it hardly matters.
What mattered then and now was the work that this sad, desperate painter had left behind, including the boatload of paintings he had been madly chasing along the coast.
Those canvases landed in Naples, where one John the Baptist was snapped up by the portly, powerful Cardinal Scipione Borghese to grace his growing gallery of art.
Four hundred years after the painter's sad, lonely death, the crowds that flock to see any show bearing his name prove that Caravaggio speaks to our time as clearly as he did to his own, despite the fact that we like to think of our globalized, technological, democratic age as an entirely different world from the violent Italy of feudalism and religious repression that forged his inimitable, influential way of painting.
Epochal differences may divide his reality from ours, but there are also similarities so deep between our cultures that the man who was once called Rome's outstanding painter can still lay plausible claim to his title.
The current Caravaggio exhibition in Rome has drawn huge crowds from the day it opened in the National Gallery called the Scuderie del Quirinale, the eighteenth-century former papal stable that for the past ten years has provided an important and popular venue for large-scale shows.
The catalog, a collection of essays on each individual painting by leading Italian and German Caravaggio scholars, is plainly and appropriately aimed at this vast general public.
More importantly, Rome always houses a spectacular collection of Caravaggio paintings in chapels, churches, and museums, including the Borghese Gallery, the very same collection that Cardinal Scipione Borghese had begun to create when Caravaggio was still alive.
In the ancient Sicilian city of Syracuse, his monumental Burial of Saint Lucy has been newly hung in the convent church of Santa Lucia in the city's main piazza to spectacular effect.
A series of six exhibitions in different venues in Naples this past winter proclaimed, quote, "The return to the Baroque from Caravaggio to Vanvitelli." Caravaggio also continues to inspire new books, both scholarly and general, for he was a quicksilver artist, changeable, inventive, and essential to his greatness, unflinchingly self-critical.An exhibition like that in the Scuderie del Quirinale, focused deliberately on a restricted group of familiar paintings, will still provide a satisfying series of new discoveries for anyone and everyone.
"Radiant, Angry Caravaggio," written by Ingrid D. Rowland, May twenty-seventh, twenty-ten.
Four hundred years ago this summer, a half-crazed middle-aged man staggered into the little Italian seaside town of Porto Ercole, muttering incoherently in his nasal Lombard accent about a missing boatload with paintings.
He must have been carrying the sword that rarely left his side, but there is no record of it or of those who put him to bed in the town's tiny hospital, a place more accustomed to hosting ailing sailors, port workers, and galley slaves.
We know only that there on his sickbed, his fever, his wounds, and his desperation carried him off in the heat of July.
A terse local record notes, quote, "On July eighteenth, sixteen-ten, Michelangelo Merisi da Caravaggio, the painter, died of disease in the hospital of Saint Mary the Helper." We do not know whether the disease was malaria, syphilis, infection, or heart sickness, but it hardly matters.
What mattered then and now was the work that this sad, desperate painter had left behind, including the boatload of paintings he had been madly chasing along the coast.
Those canvases landed in Naples, where one John the Baptist was snapped up by the portly, powerful Cardinal Scipione Borghese to grace his growing gallery of art.
Four hundred years after the painter's sad, lonely death, the crowds that flock to see any show bearing his name prove that Caravaggio speaks to our time as clearly as he did to his own, despite the fact that we like to think of our globalized, technological, democratic age as an entirely different world from the violent Italy of feudalism and religious repression that forged his inimitable, influential way of painting.
Epochal differences may divide his reality from ours, but there are also similarities so deep between our cultures that the man who was once called Rome's outstanding painter can still lay plausible claim to his title.
The current Caravaggio exhibition in Rome has drawn huge crowds from the day it opened in the National Gallery called the Scuderie del Quirinale, the eighteenth-century former papal stable that for the past ten years has provided an important and popular venue for large-scale shows.
The catalog, a collection of essays on each individual painting by leading Italian and German Caravaggio scholars, is plainly and appropriately aimed at this vast general public.
More importantly, Rome always houses a spectacular collection of Caravaggio paintings in chapels, churches, and museums, including the Borghese Gallery, the very same collection that Cardinal Scipione Borghese had begun to create when Caravaggio was still alive.
In the ancient Sicilian city of Syracuse, his monumental Burial of Saint Lucy has been newly hung in the convent church of Santa Lucia in the city's main piazza to spectacular effect.
A series of six exhibitions in different venues in Naples this past winter proclaimed, quote, "The return to the Baroque from Caravaggio to Vanvitelli." Caravaggio also continues to inspire new books, both scholarly and general, for he was a quicksilver artist, changeable, inventive, and essential to his greatness, unflinchingly self-critical.An exhibition like that in the Scuderie del Quirinale, focused deliberately on a restricted group of familiar paintings, will still provide a satisfying series of new discoveries for anyone and everyone.
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