Someone on a social media site had quoted Kate Zambreno on her favorite Manet, in the opening pages of To Write As If Already Dead, and unfinished canvas he kept in his studio for nearly 30 years:
The Funeral (1867) is said to depict Charles Baudelaire’s funeral on September 2, 1867. The absence of a crowd could possibly be explained by others being away from Paris on holiday, or the threat of the gathering storm. Manet was one of the few mourners present. Although Baudelaire spent his last years in a nursing home in Paris, he had been estranged from the city for some time, in his penurious exile to Belgium. No longer being able to share walks with his friend in the Tuileries, Manet would write complaining about the shocking reception of his paintings in the Salon, which had previously rejected him, how he was savaged and caricatured by the press, both he and his paintings seen as stupid, abominable, ugly. Baudelaire had little patience for his friend’s bourgeois crav- ing for approval. One caustic reply, from 1865: “Do you believe you are the first man to find yourself in such a place? Have you more genius than Chateaubriand and Wagner? People mocked them quite a lot don’t you know. They did not die from it.” The painting was unfinished, only discovered in Manet’s studio after his death. I wonder how often he looked at it, and when he did, whether he still thought of his friend. Perhaps it was unfinished because there was something still unsettled, even private, for him about the canvas.
Pissarro traded his own works to Vollard for it, and his widow sold it back a few years later. It’s been at the Met since 1909.