I was lucky to discover the first edition of this book in a local library, an artifact printed during WWII and reflecting that embattled time period. Of course, the style is dated, but that makes it all the more valuable as an authentic witness to the worldview of the 1940s, as interpreted by one of Martinů’s fellow Czech expats in America. And while Šafránek omits certain unsavory details regarding the composer’s life in France prior to his harrowing escape to New York, the book contains interesting anecdotes and quotations. In fact, there are almost as many quotations and excerpts from concert programs as there are original portions of writing by the author, giving it something of the feel of a scrapbook. It’s still a noteworthy read, written by a man who knew the composer personally, and who, out of loyalty and friendship, wanted to portray him in the best possible light to the American public. It’s some of the better musicology-cum-war-time propaganda I’ve read, with a couple of digs made at Marx thrown in for good measure.