For a generously bearded, self-styled “prophet” of Paris’s Belle Époque, Edouard Vuillard has a disappointingly uneventful biography. No swashbuckling or hard drinking for this mousy member of “Les Nabis,” a band of post-impressionist student painters galvanized by the works of Paul Gauguin. Vuillard lived with his mother, a widowed dressmaker, for sixty years. He never married. He had...
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