How did I get to write a book about Bartholomaeus (my spelling of Berti’s name) Spranger? This interesting artist has been in my blood for decades. In fact, ten years ago, when I published Maddalena, Berti was the main character. So, late last fall, when I found out about the first-ever major exhibition about this interesting Flemish-born artist who established a new, mannered style in Prague in late sixteenth century, it was a big GO!
Having discovered Spranger’s lost memoir, Pieter couldn’t wait to visit the exhibit. Did her succeed in getting Karo to come along?
“Instantly, an idea struck me.
“I’m…” I blew my nose, for no reason at all. “I’m leaving for New York next week. You won’t believe me, but an exhibition on Spranger has recently opened at the Met.”
“Oh? What about?”
“It’s called Splendor and Eroticism in Imperial Prague.”
“You are pulling my leg, aren’t you?”
“Absolutely not. The show continues through Christmas into New Year, but I have other plans to consider then. Would you like to join me?”
“That makes no sense. I’m a student. I can’t leave―just like that!”
“Isn’t it your general period of interest?”
“Umm… it would be nice to visit Princeton again.”
“Terrific! I’ll have my secretary email an electronic ticket, and instructions.”
“Why are you doing that?” She gave me a piercing look.
“Business. And take the week off, please. Bring along whatever you have translated when we meet in New York.”
“I still can’t accept. A late ticket to New York is expensive, isn’t it?”
“I said that it is business! That’s how I pay my rent.”
Was it?”