Putnam's Monthly Magazine, May 1856

(Go to Summary of review 'Ruskin's Writings' - Review of Modern Painters III, Putnam's Monthly Magazine, May 1856, pp. 490-510.)

He stands confessedly at the head of all English writers, on certain branches of art; and despite his idiosyncracies, which are often glaring, his offensive conceit, and a want of philosophic genius, remarkable in a person otherwise so well endowed, he deserves his position. No Englishman... has written so much and so worthily of art as he has; no one... is comparable to him, either for the extent of his knowledge in this peculiar range, or for the vividness and value of his influence... In fact... we might roll a great many critical 'single gentlemen into one', without forming a compound equal to Ruskin; for insight, vigor, sincerity, and eloquence, he stands head and shoulders above his contemporaries. (p. 490)

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Everybody admired, we believe, the dashing intrepidity, the confident skill of the unknown combatant, though few trusted his judgment. What commended him, perhaps, more than anything else - more than his acknowledged ability, his brilliant mastery of natural scenery, and his evident erudition - to popular regard, was, the honest, unblenching, almost truculent zeal, with which he took up the cudgels for a great and unappreciated modern, in whose behalf he tore away the false glory that had hidden the defects of the most venerated painters of the past, tearing some of their flesh with it, and thrashed about among his own cotemporaries, even like a soldier of the Commonwealth among the bedizened images of some old Jacobite chapel. (p. 490)

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He is the critic rather than the philosopher of art. Endowed with the keenest sensibility to the influences of nature, he has observed them with the greatest accuracy, and, at the same time, with strong poetic feeling. Few men are more alive to the beauties of art, and none have studied its actual manifestations with more diligence... But he is not always equal in his style, nor always just in his opinions... He has a fondness for extravagance, as well of thought as of expression, and is perpetually misled into inconsistency. He is apt to utter decrees instead of criticism, and, uttering them often on the impulse of the moment, they are not infallible decrees. His principles of art, when they are correct, proceed more from instinct than reason; or, in other words, he has not digested them into a complete and systematic whole... They are consequently, wanting in the broadest generalization, and do not penetrate to the profoundest grounds. As an active and fearless thinker, however, as a patient scholar, as an energetic, warm-hearted liker and hater, and as an eloquent expositor of his own views, he stands unrivaled among the English critics of art. Like Carlyle (1795-1881) in literature, or like his own Turner among the landscapists, he has aroused a new spirit in the public mind, and, long after his particular or objectionable opinions shall have been forgotten, he will be gratefully recognized as a reformer and a benefactor in the walk he has chosen to pursue. (p. 500)

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