Rachmaninov is heavily involved in my earliest memory of aesthetic experience. The experience was so strong that, for any faults I may have discovered later in the composer, I will never be able to view him negatively. I have read much about him since that time and listened to almost all of his music (many, many times), but surprisingly, I have never owned a biography of him! So this was the perfect Christmas gift to myself.
Bertensson and Leyda's work is solid. It consists mainly of translations of various letters from Rachmaninov to close friends, conductors, etc. interspersed with explanatory bridges. Even as these letters talk about music, they reveal very little about his sources of inspiration or theories (though he was more outspoken in his last years). They also reveal little of his philosophy of life or anything else that might give us a clue what the driving forces of his life were. He often mentions feeling “lazy” or “melancholy”, but I get the feeling that this is simply an attempt to glide over or divert away from delving himself out to others. But I may be way off here.
The only thing really missing from the biography was word of his daughter,Tatiana. Rachmaninov was incredibly anxious about her during the war and in the biography I read of his distress without ever knowing if she survived (though I know from outside sources that she did). Anyway, I think this would have been something very near to his heart and should have been included as it deeply concerned and affected him.
This particular edition also contains, by way of introduction, a very interesting history of the authors and why they were the perfect candidates for this work.
If, as Schonberg says, understanding the music of a composer means attempting to understand the composer's mind then these letters are just about all we have to go on and as such, are required reading for any one desiring to understand the music of Rachmaninov more.