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276 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 2000
"Like the bones of ancient Christian martyrs that were considered to be sacramental, like the venerated bodies of deceased Tibetan Buddhist Dalai Lamas, the long-treasured lock of Beethoven's hair was a true relic--a physical remnant of a once-living human being that kept alive the spirit of that person present and somehow wonderfully alive. And in Ludwig van Beethoven's case, how fitting it seemed that it was his hair that had survived. The wild mane that had framed his dark face in his waning years had characterized his unruly temperament as much as his arresting personal presence; it was symbolic of his enduring eccentricity as well as his certain genius; it echoed his artistry; it pointed indeed to his pain; and when Ferdinand Hiller and so many others clipped his hair as keepsakes in the last days of March 1827, they did so because they believed his music long since had proven that it would survive through the ages."
Only my art held me back...It seemed to me impossible to leave the world until I had produced all that I felt was within me...
It was McCrone who had demonstrated conclusively in the 1970s that the outline of a figure on fabric known as the Shroud of Turin had been painted in the fourteenth century and was not, therefore, the burial cloth of Jesus, as some had claimed, but was an historical hoax instead.