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312 pages, Paperback
First published May 1, 2020


O Freunde, nicht diese Töne! Sondern laßt uns angenehmere anstimmen, und freudenvollere. (Oh friends, not these sounds! Let us instead strike up more pleasing and more joyful ones!) - Opening lyrics to the 4th movement Choral Finale in Beethoven’s Symphony No. 9
Somebody had informed the boy the previous day, but he had forgotten, that the recumbent body before him never would be made to stir this way, not if he were to yell at the top of his voice, not if he were to sing out lustily in his emerging tenor the master's "Ode to Joy," a tune of which, of course, this boy would have had no inkling."
Overseeing [her household] will be part of Abigail Mason's existence. What else? Is she, too, a musician? A singer, perhaps. Charitable work. Reading and writing letters - to an aunt, a sister. A lot of thinking, unspoken and unrecorded. For a lack of information she dwindles into a stereotype. There must have been more. It has gone. She has disappeared behind a curtain.
We need a way through, and ahead. How about this? Boston provides the composer with a means of communication not available to him in Vienna. Here she is now, standing in his room. Abigail Mason is introducing her, one hand placed against the small of the girl's back to offer support, in a gesture the girl appreciates but does not really need....
Sorry, but we have to stop you there....what exactly are the purposes of your story? Do you want to tell us that? Or is that not part of your plan. If there is a plan.... You fill this book with information. As if to taunt us, you tell us all kinds of things we do not need to know, such as the names and ages and trades of the other passengers (the shipboard septet - oh, please) on the vessel that could have conveyed the "great composer" to Boston. Remember that one? And we know where you find all these annoyingly irrelevant details. You even admit as much: on the Internet. So what?.... We have come this far largely in silence. We have played the game. We have done our part. But we cannot go on keeping quiet when you continue to withhold what we most want to know, which is not the facts of the matter but the fiction..... We have been patient long enough. Over to you. Get on with it."
I was always going to love this book. I was in love with Beethoven when I was a teenager: I was completely obsessed. I listened to his music over and over again, I played as many of his piano works as I could manage, and I read everything about him that I could get my hands on. (I have not entirely grown out of this obsession, as The Spouse can attest as I repeatedly work my way through my collection of Beethoven recordings.)