The catalogue of the Constable exhibition which opened at the Tate in June is probably the glossiest, the heaviest, the most unwieldy volume ever to accompany an exhibition of the work of a British artist. It is also one of the dullest. Leslie Parris and Ian Fleming-Williams have resisted the tendency of the last fifteen years or so by which the catalogues of major exhibitions have often been presented as major interpretative studies of the artist and his times. Constable is a catalogue, nothing more. It maximises our knowledge of the facts of Constable's work and minimises their significance. The matter of interpretation - the attempt to understand the works in the context of the world in which they were produced - is briefly addressed in the introduction, which represents all 'readings' of Constable's work as either 'literary' or 'sociological' and as incapable (therefore) of being incorporated into 'the main body of Constable scholarship'. The proper concerns of that scholarship are displayed in the catalogue entries themselves: admirably careful to identify the places represented, the date of each work, its relation with other works in Constable's oeuvre, and no less careful to repel and refuse - though not to argue against - interpretations advanced by other scholars and critics.
LRB 15 August 1991 | PDF Download