When the Music Stopped
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English

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This is the story of one woman's decision to forfeit a brilliant career for the sake of motherhood. Once a child prodigy, Gitta Gradova traveled the world as an internationally acclaimed concert pianist, performing recitals as well as appearing with prominent orchestras of her era. Her son Thomas J. Cottle uses written records, interviews, and personal reminiscence to reconstruct her life, as well as their own mother-son relationship. He is at times a storyteller, at times a psychologist, at times a son seeking to uncover those aspects of his mother's life he could never know, or perhaps, chose not to know until it was too late.

Preface

1. Hawthorne Place

2. The Pianist

3. My Mother's Couch

4. The Physician

5. On Soirees and Skirmishes

6. Identical Sensibilities

7. Gone in the Moment

8. Merely Two People

9. Giant Shadows

10. Final Concert

Notes

About the Author

Sujets

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Date de parution 01 février 2012
Nombre de lectures 0
EAN13 9780791485545
Langue English
Poids de l'ouvrage 1 Mo

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When the Music Stopped
D I S C O V E R I N G M Y M O T H E R
Thomas J. Cottle
When the Music Stopped
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When the Music Stopped
Discovering My Mother
THOMAS J. COTTLE
ST A T EUN I V E R S I T Y O FNE WYO R KPR E S S
Published by State University of New York Press, Albany
© 2004 State University of New York
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Cottle, Thomas J. When the music stopped : discovering my mother / Thomas J. Cottle. p. cm. Includes bibliographical references. ISBN 0-7914-5997-7 (hardcover : alk. paper) 1. Gradova, Gitta, 1904–1985. 2. Pianists—Biography. I. Title.
ML417.G69C67 786.2'092—dc22 [B]
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Music resembles poetry; in each Are nameless graces, which no methods teach, And which a master hand alone may reach. —Alexander Pope, 1709
. . . the true nature of music: is it a sensual joy on the same order as gastronomy, or in essence a veiled art, born of a dream, a reminiscence of the great unconscious universe? —Marc Pincherle,The World of the Virtuoso
The hand reaches and extends, receives and welcomes–and not just things: the hand extends itself, and receives its own welcome in the hands of others. The hand holds. The hand carries. The hand designs and signs, presumably because man is a sign . . . the hand’s gestures run everywhere through language, in their most perfect purity precisely when man speaks by being silent . . . Every motion of the hand in everyone of its works carries itself through the element of thinking, every bearing of the hand bears itself in that element. —Martin Heidegger
Love thinks only in sweet sound For ideas are too far; All that love cares to reveal Only music may surround —Tieck
Most people use music as a couch; they want to be pillowed on it, relaxed and consoled for the stress of daily living. But serious music was never meant to be a soporific. —Aaron Copland,In Praise of Music
When I but hear her sing, I fare Like one that, raised, holds his ear To some bright star in the supremest round; Through which, besides the light that’s seen, There may be heard, from heaven within, The rest of the anthems that the angels sound. —Owen Felltham, “Upon a Rare Voice,”In Praise of Music
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To Gitta Gradova Cottle and Maurice H. Cottle, my parents
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1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10.
Preface Hawthorne Place
Contents
The Pianist My Mother’s Couch The Physician On Soirées and Skirmishes Identical Sensibilities
Gone in the Moment Merely Two People Giant Shadows
Final Concert Notes About the Author
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