Sunflowers by Sheramy Bundrick

Rachel, a young prostitute enjoys the peace and beauty of the city garden in Arles. She falls asleep there and when she awakes, she finds a man sketching her. He turns out to be none other than Vincent Van Gogh. After their first encounter, Vincent visits Rachel at her brothel, 1, Rue du Bout d'Arles. He comes with a bouquet of wild flowers in hopes of convincing Rachel to let him paint her. This is the start of their romantic relationship.

As Rachel's love for Vincent deepens, her friend from 1, Rue du Bout d'Arles, Francois warns her not to get pulled in. She questions Vincent's love for Rachel and worries that Rachel is being set up for disappointment and possible ruin. Yes ruin, Rachel could be thrown out of the brothel and it's protection and be out on the street.

Vincent does seem to love Rachel however , he is supported financially by his brother Theo and does not think that he or his family would approve of the relationship. As Rachel and Vincent's love deepens Vincent all of a sudden goes mad. He comes to the brothel to give Rachel "a gift", part of his ear that he cut off. Vincent ends up going into a hospital, where Rachel isn't able to see him very often. From then on he gets better for awhile and then relapse often. Eventually the mental illness Vincent suffers forces him to leave town to get better treatment. Will Rachel and Vincent's love endure this separation? Read the book and find out.

Sheramy Bundrick writes in first person narrative with Rachel being the narrator. I loved how Bundrick takes Rachel, a little known person and writes an entire book about her. Her beautiful prose describes Van Gogh's paintings so well that I could picture them in my head.

Bundrick weaves a good tale of romance between Rachel and Vincent but after awhile I found the relationship monotonous. Rachel seemed to have a lot of freedom to come and go from the brothel. She went where and when she wanted to go and I question how realistic this is. Some of the women in the brothel are written as either really good or really bad, hardly any in-between which, also seems unrealistic to me. I also would have liked to have had more of 1889 Aries to bring more of the historical into it.

Once Vincent's first bought with illness comes, I found that the book picked up and I especially enjoyed the last few chapters. If you love historical romance, you will probably enjoy this book.

3.5/5

Why I Love Vincent Van Gogh by Sheramy Bundrick

Everybody loves Vincent van Gogh. Or at least it seems that way: he attracts millions of people to museums and exhibitions; he sells thousands of posters, not to mention the barrage of van Gogh shower curtains, coffeecups, and even action figures. Most people recognize his most famous pictures. He’s even been the butt of sitcom jokes.

Why do I love Vincent van Gogh? Partly for the same reasons everyone else does. His paintings knock my socks off, for starters. The first time I visited the Van Gogh Museum in Amsterdam in 2007, I was so dizzied by the colors, textures, and brushstrokes confronting me at every turn that I had to sit down, take a deep breath. Long before that, as a little girl I remember staring at “Starry Night” in a hand-me-down 1960s encyclopedia and being drawn into its swishes and swirls. Van Gogh’s art speaks to me the way it speaks to a lot of people.

But the Vincent I’ve grown to love in the past few years is not the Vincent cliché and popular culture speak about. He’s more complicated than that. The severed ear? Only part of the story. The solitary mad genius slapping paint on canvas in a lonely garret? Mostly mythology. What about “Starry Night”? Honestly, he didn’t like that painting very much. It barely gets a mention in the letters to his brother Theo.

So who is the “real” Vincent? Uncovering him, as with any historical figure, presents certain challenges, but it is still possible to delve beyond cliché. His letters are a wonderful place to start: hundreds of them survive, pages and pages of his thoughts on art and life. From them we learn van Gogh was extraordinarily well-read; that he was fluent in multiple languages; that he possessed a photographic memory and could vividly recall a Rembrandt he’d seen a decade earlier. Contrary to the image of the crazy painter wielding a frenzied brush, his artistic choices were deliberate and carefully thought out. A former art dealer, he was knowledgable about the contemporary market. He made important connections with fellow artists, and while he didn’t sell many works for money, he frequently exchanged his paintings with others to increase his exposure. And he wanted love. Almost more than anything, he wanted a family of his own. One of the deepest regrets of his life was that he never had a wife and children, or a real home.

This is the Vincent I wanted to write about in Sunflowers. The Vincent who could be stubborn and even selfish, but who also possessed tenderness and compassion. I didn’t want to dwell on the darkness and the illness, although I could not ignore those things. I wanted to show that there was optimism and light in his life too — big ideas and big dreams. As his own brother Theo said, a big heart. With each letter I read and each painting I studied, I think like my character Rachel I fell a little more in love with this Vincent – the real Vincent van Gogh.


You can find out more about this book at Sheramy's website and at her blog, Van Gogh's Chair. The book was released on 13 October.