Princess Izabela is the great revelation of Collinsworth’s rangy tale. A masterly politician and diplomat, she was also a devoted Polish nationalist and Enlightenment heroine: Born in 1746, she counted Benjamin Franklin and Voltaire among her admirers. She wore the uniform of her husband’s regiment on her honeymoon, traveling freely around Europe as a man.
When Poland was annexed by Russia at the end of the 18th century, Izabela devoted her energies to immortalizing Polish culture. At Pulawy, she built a museum to house her most valued treasures, alongside other European relics like chairs that belonged to Shakespeare and Rousseau, and the ashes of El Cid. After Czar Nicholas I crushed what was left of Poland’s autonomy in 1830, the Czartoryski family moved “Lady With an Ermine” to Paris for safekeeping, in the Hôtel Lambert, a hub for exiled Polish artists and intellectuals.
The painting’s fate was especially precarious during World War II, as it was highly coveted by Nazi art thieves. These included Hitler himself, whose “art envoy” Hans Posse tried to seize “Lady With an Ermine” for the planned Führermuseum in Austria. Bundled away in a pillowcase by a housekeeper in the Czartoryski family estate in eastern Poland, the painting was eventually located by the Gestapo. Hans Frank, the governor general who oversaw the genocide of Poland’s Jews, displayed “Lady With an Ermine” at his summer villa in Bavaria.
When Frank was arrested by American troops in 1945, the painting was recovered and returned to Krakow. The scale and subsequent restitution of the Nazi art thefts make for an enthralling story, and Collinsworth widens her focus to tell absorbing tales of heroic curators and art historians who painstakingly reassembled Europe’s cultural patrimony after the war.
A famous photograph documents the moment that the Monuments Men, who helped to recover “Lady With an Ermine” for the Allies, handed it off to the Polish art historian Karol Estreicher. In that image, Cecilia Gallerani gazes boldly beyond the guns and dust and din of the Krakow train station, her eyes a silent witness to Europe’s major cultural achievements, and its darkest atrocities.