{"id":1794,"date":"2018-02-10T01:55:18","date_gmt":"2018-02-10T01:55:18","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.thejackdaw.co.uk\/?p=1794"},"modified":"2018-02-10T01:55:18","modified_gmt":"2018-02-10T01:55:18","slug":"laura-gascoigne-crime-without-punishment","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.thejackdaw.co.uk\/?p=1794","title":{"rendered":"Laura Gascoigne: Crime Without Punishment"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">In May, policemen with shovels moved in again on 79-year-old mobster Robert Gentile\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s Connecticut ranch. It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s the third time they\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve searched the property and the second time they\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve dug it up in the hope of finding the 13 masterpieces, including Rembrandt\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s Storm on the Sea of Galilee, stolen from the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum in Boston in 1990. A few years ago Gentile boasted in jail that he knew the whereabouts of the loot, a mistake the old Mafioso \u00e2\u20ac\u201c and his missus, if he still has one \u00e2\u20ac\u201c is presumably regretting.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">With the $5 million reward still unclaimed after 26 years, expectations of the works\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 survival are vanishingly slim. According to the Art Loss Register\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s reckoning, 15% of missing masterpieces never reappear, but the fact that some do keeps hope alive. Vermeer\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s Lady Writing a Letter to Her Maid, stolen from Russborough House in 1986 by Dublin underworld \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcGeneral\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 Martin Cahill in 1986, was tracked down seven years later by Scotland Yard Art and Antiques Squad sleuth Charles Hill, and of course the Tate got back its two Turners nicked from the Schirn Kunsthalle in Frankfurt in 1994 after eight years of dodgy negotiations with Serbian gangsters and the payment of a \u00c2\u00a33 million ransom, ahem, reward for information.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">If museum heists seem to have passed their heyday, it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s because WikiArt-educated criminals have come to realise that world-famous paintings can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t be shifted. There is still idiocy among thieves, however. The works by Monet, Matisse and Picasso stolen by Romanian gangsters from the Kunsthal Rotterdam in 2012 were eventually incinerated by one of their mothers, on the principle that ovens are the best place for hot potatoes. Some mobsters do \u00e2\u20ac\u2122ave \u00e2\u20ac\u2122em. But museum thieves with half a brain today make sure of their market (black if possible) in advance. Hong Kong was the destination of the Chinese antiquities nicked from English regional museums in 2012 in a spate of burglaries by the romantically named Rathkeale Rovers. Limerick tinkers they may be, but the Rovers twigged that profit margins are wider on intact jade carvings than on melted down Henry Moore bronzes, and there\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s less heavy lifting involved.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Like the hoary \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcDiamond Wheezers\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 who tunnelled into Hatton Garden last year, the Rovers were good old-fashioned breakers-and-enterers \u00e2\u20ac\u201c the last of their three incursions, into Durham\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s Oriental Museum, was through a brick wall. In the digi-crime era, the public has a special affection for analogue thieves. We relish the effrontery, ingenuity and occasional battiness of the stubbornly unmodernised criminal enterprise. We have a particular soft spot for the crackpot with a social conscience like John Bunton, who lifted Goya\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s portrait of the Duke of Wellington though an open toilet window at the National Gallery in 1961 in aid of his unemployed bus driver father\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s protest against the imposition of the BBC licence fee on the poor. And it pleases us to think of art-loving thieves enjoying quiet possession of their booty, as Vincenzo Peruggia did for two years with the Mona Lisa after liberating her from the Louvre in 1911 with the aim of repatriating her to Italy. Peruggia\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s mistake was to expect a reward for his patriotism \u00e2\u20ac\u201c a thief has to live \u00e2\u20ac\u201c but became a national hero on his arrest.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Sadly, the \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcgentleman thief\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 and the \u00e2\u20ac\u02dccachet crime\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 are becoming history \u00e2\u20ac\u201c one reason why Lund Humphries\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 new publication Crime and the Art Market by Riah Pryor is not the page-turner you might expect. A former art crime researcher at Scotland Yard and assistant art market editor at The Art Newspaper, Pryor promises in the preface to address the issue of \u00e2\u20ac\u0153whether the art market, with its opaque structures and secretive ways of doing business, is fundamentally facilitating criminal activity.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d She looks at different categories of crime \u00e2\u20ac\u201c forgery, theft and trade in looted antiquities \u00e2\u20ac\u201c and different attempts, official and unofficial, to deal with them.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">In the case of looted antiquities, the book is a depressing catalogue of international declarations, conventions and protocols endlessly wriggled out of by rich \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcmarket\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 countries to the continued despoliation of poor \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcsource\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 ones. We British are expert at deferring ratification: it took us until 2002 to ratify the 1970 UNESCO Convention on the Means of Prohibiting and Preventing the Illicit Import, Export, and Transfer of Ownership of Cultural Property, and last year, when finally ready to ratify the 1999 protocol to the 1954 Hague Convention for the Protection of Cultural Property, we ran out of parliamentary time. On the domestic front, an equally dismal picture emerges of a police force that is underfunded, sclerotic and generally indifferent to a crime it (and the mass of the public) considers low priority. The recovery of stolen art is now mainly left to private consultants with police backgrounds \u00e2\u20ac\u201c money attracts cops as well as robbers \u00e2\u20ac\u201c and justice is more quickly (though expensively) achieved through the civil courts.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hard to know who this book is for. It won\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t teach professionals anything they don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t know and amateurs will find it disappointing. After challenging the view \u00e2\u20ac\u0153that criminals involved in art (particularly forgers) are deserving of an admiration not offered to criminals targeting other markets\u00e2\u20ac\u009d, Pryor can hardly regale us with tales of their exploits. She seems equally loath to investigate the shady financial practices that have turned the art market into a global \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcmarch\u00c3\u00a9 ouvert\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 for anyone rich enough to retain the services of Mossack Fonseca. The chapter headed When is a Problem a Problem? would be better titled When Is a Crime a Crime? The answer, she suggests, is when the money says so: laws are enforced \u00e2\u20ac\u0153where patterns of criminal activity threaten the market\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s profit margins.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d On page 147 comes the understatement of the century: \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Secrecy around the identities of those involved in a transaction, combined with the highly subjective and dynamic value of cultural property, can lead to fears of market manipulation.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Well I never.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">You can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t escape the feeling throughout this book that its author is covering her back in case she never works in the art world again. Her conclusion, when she reaches it, is no conclusion at all: \u00e2\u20ac\u0153With no quantifiable means by which to determine how many professionals are tempted into criminal activity and how this compares to other markets, any sweeping conclusion of art market behaviour only ever seems to be based on a foundation of snapshots, gut feeling and anecdotes.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d In other words, the exercise is pointless. Still, a few more anecdotes would have leavened the loaf, and some observations from the horse\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s mouth might have raised the philosophical tone. Take this pearl of wisdom from the late lamented Peter Scott, cat burglar to the stars and author of Gentleman Thief: \u00e2\u20ac\u0153The people I burgled got rich by greed and skullduggery. They indulged in the mechanics of ostentation \u00e2\u20ac\u201c they deserved me and I deserved them. If I rob Ivana Trump, it is just a meeting of two different kinds of degeneracy on a dark rooftop.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Now that Ivana Trump\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s ex-husband is running for President of the United States, will anything change? I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll give the last word to Charles Hill, who told a Guardian interviewer in 2006: \u00e2\u20ac\u0153The amount of beauty matched by moral turpitude in the art world generally, but specifically in the world of art crime, is fascinating. There\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a great fluctuating moral tide and people just bob along on it.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Ten years on, the fascination is becoming morbid as the tide of turpitude keeps rising with no sign of any flood barriers going up. \u00c2\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><strong>Laura Gascoigne<\/strong><br \/>\n<em>The Jackdaw<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>In May, policemen with shovels moved in again on 79-year-old mobster Robert Gentile\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s Connecticut ranch. 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