Chapter 1 of 7
Darkness Breaks Open
An inn, Rome, sixteen-oh-one. Two travellers have walked all day with a stranger, and only now, as he breaks the bread, do they know him. Caravaggio was thirty when he painted this for the nobleman Ciriaco Mattei — already scandalous, already brilliant — and here he turns resurrection into a body-shock, a collision of the sacred and the everyday, not a heavenly vision.