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768 pages, Hardcover
First published October 16, 2018
It is as if someone were reciting in a language not understood by the speaker, a speech carefully learned by rote, in the course of which the speaker not only neglected the natural quantity of the syllables, but even stopped in the middle of words. The pseudo-musician shows in a similar way, by his wrong phrasing, that music is not his mother tongue.
[Chopin's] composing was spontaneous, miraculous. He found ideas without looking for them, without foreseeing them. They came to his piano, sudden, complete, sublime—or sang in his head while he was taking a walk, and he had to hurry and throw himself at the instrument to make himself hear them. But then began a labor more heartbreaking than I have ever seen. This was a series of efforts, of irresolution and impatience to grasp again certain details of the themes he had heard: what he had conceived as a whole he overanalyzed in putting on paper, and his retreat in not recapturing it whole (according to him) threw him into a kind of despair. He shut himself up in his room for whole days, weeping, walking about, breaking his pens, repeating or altering a measure a hundred times, writing it down and erasing it as often, and starting over the next day with a scrupulous and desperate perseverance. He would spend six weeks on one page, only to return to it and write it just as he had on the first draft.
Eugeniusz Skrodzki tells us that while living under the guidance of Mikolaj Chopin one was taught to be civilized, to be polite, and to develop good work habits: 'The belief was that if one was not a good human being, whatever awards one possessed were worthless.' Fryderyk Skarbek echoed these sentiments in his memoirs, adding that those students who were privileged to board with the Chopins invariably did something with their lives and were forever grateful.
They dined often together, enjoyed occasional outings to the theater or the opera, and once made a joint excursion to Enghien-les-Bains to take the waters. Above all, they played chamber music together. Franchomme admired Chopin's nuanced piano playing and found in him a perfect partner, responsive to the inflections in his own performance. ... He was one of the pallbearers at Chopin's funeral.