{"id":21506,"date":"2026-05-01T14:41:12","date_gmt":"2026-05-01T12:41:12","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/redheadwithabrain.ch\/?p=21506"},"modified":"2026-05-03T15:13:58","modified_gmt":"2026-05-03T13:13:58","slug":"still-life-with-remorse-maira-kalman-2024","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/redheadwithabrain.ch\/index.php\/2026\/05\/01\/still-life-with-remorse-maira-kalman-2024\/","title":{"rendered":"Still Life with Remorse &#8211; Maira Kalman (2024)"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">With the subtitle &#8220;Family Stories&#8221;, this book recalls people from Maira Kalman&#8217;s family. Some of the portraits are funny, some are sad and some are very critical, but they are all written with a light sense of irony that exacerbates the sense of remorse we all have when it comes to family relationships. The writing is straightforward and witty, but what I like most about Maira Kalman are her paintings: colourful and very free. She doesn&#8217;t seem embarrassed by exact representations, which makes her paintings so lively. I love what she did.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><em>&#8220;In her later years my mother was not a big fan of<br>friendships. She worried that if you made a friend you<br>were bound to be disappointed and then what?<br>How do you get out of it?<br>Better not to make friends and not be disappointed.<br>She did have friends. And talked on the phone.<br>And called them darling:<br>But in her heart, there was a limit.<br>In the end there was just family.&#8221;<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large is-resized\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"790\" height=\"1024\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/redheadwithabrain.ch\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/IMG_1555.jpeg?resize=790%2C1024&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-21516\" style=\"width:840px;height:auto\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/redheadwithabrain.ch\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/IMG_1555-scaled.jpeg?resize=790%2C1024&amp;ssl=1 790w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/redheadwithabrain.ch\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/IMG_1555-scaled.jpeg?resize=231%2C300&amp;ssl=1 231w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/redheadwithabrain.ch\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/IMG_1555-scaled.jpeg?resize=768%2C996&amp;ssl=1 768w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/redheadwithabrain.ch\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/IMG_1555-scaled.jpeg?resize=1184%2C1536&amp;ssl=1 1184w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/redheadwithabrain.ch\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/IMG_1555-scaled.jpeg?resize=1579%2C2048&amp;ssl=1 1579w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/redheadwithabrain.ch\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/IMG_1555-scaled.jpeg?w=1974&amp;ssl=1 1974w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 790px) 100vw, 790px\" \/><\/figure>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>With the subtitle &#8220;Family Stories&#8221;, this book recalls people from Maira Kalman&#8217;s family. Some of the portraits are funny, some are sad and some are very critical, but they are all written with a light sense of irony that exacerbates the sense of remorse we all have when it comes to family relationships. 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