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Beethoven’s Hair by Russell Martin

Bloomsbury Press

 

   Reviewed by Stuart Hille

Unfortunately, any critique of Russell Martin’s book ‘Beethoven’s Hair’ is going to be necessarily landlocked to avoid letting slip too much of the narrative (which, at times, has all the sinuosity of a Shakespearean historical drama) or of the forensic gravity that finally disentwines the secrets of a lock of hair.

This is not to imply that the book does not have some structural handicaps. One of these is a preponderance of condensed historical detail which certainly highlights the author’s thorough research and his enthusiasm to relay his findings but the amount of information – the sort of detail that causes one to skip back pages to revise names and dates etc – works against the book’s premise of offering its story in the form of an engrossing mystery novel ( hence no bibliography or index ).

Nevertheless, it should be said that while, in a sense, a factual story writes itself, this particular material would have been left untold until the investigation of an author of exceptionally adroit research skills, perseverance and detective’s nose for a good tale had buffed away at its secrets. But before we engage in critical analysis, it is important to outline the plot and general development.

Shortly before his death, Beethoven became reacquainted with Johann Hummel, a long -standing friend and rival. Hummel, then living in Weimar, had received reliable word of the composer’s declining health and fast-approaching hour. With him, on the trip to Vienna, Hummel brought a gifted fifteen year old student and Beethoven aficionado: Ferdinand Hiller. The student took down detailed notes of the three meetings with the master, then on March 27th 1827 ( the day after the composer’s death ) he snipped a lock of Beethoven’s hair. Obviously he did so with a tight grip because several strands were still attached to their follicles ( or what would be described, more than one and a half centuries later, as being analysable DNA material ).

While most of us would view such a practice as being acceptable though somewhat maudlin, in Beethoven’s time it was rife to the point of being gruesome. An image of the composer, his face already sunken and distorted by autopsy ( including the removal of various small bones ), and with hair ragged through repeated ‘memento’ taking, is disturbingly grisly. But this is where, for the most part, Martin’s account begins.

The braid, totalling 582 strands, was carefully documented, mounted and sealed. It was passed down through Hiller’s family ( each of whom is painstakingly introduced to the reader ), finds its way, during the horrors of the Nazi persecution, to enemy occupied Denmark where, somehow, it becomes the property of Dr Kay Fremming.

In turn, the lock was passed onto Fremming’s daughter, auctioned at Sotheby’s and bought for the comprehensive cost of $7,300 by two American devotees: Che Guevara (not the real one) and Ira Brilliant. This then, is the barest outline – the full story goes into far more detail and shows far more shadowy intrigue.

The curl was subdivided and a portion consigned for forensic testing. At the time of the book’s publication, two tests had been undertaken: radio-immuno assay in 1996 and dispersion spectrometry in 1998. Since the printing, it has been subjected to non-destructive synchrotron X-ray in September 2000 (which confirmed the findings of the second test) and comparative hair/bone testing (these results, as yet, have not been revealed). The consequence of all of this rigorous scientific fossicking, with each test adding a little more to the puzzle, has been the continual corroboration of the first two tests – particularly the second.

You will need to read the results in Martin’s book and will probably feel quite overawed by the thoroughness of the probing. One conclusion that can be stated in this critique is done so because it might dispel a belief long-held by several readers. Beethoven did not die as a result of tertiary syphilis: a disease was prevalent well before, during and well after his life time. It was treated by compounds of mercury (and this was prescribed even into the 1900s if earlier treatment of salvarsan had failed ). No traces of mercury were found in Beethoven’s hair but what was found could not even be guessed at before testing began.

Medicine, quite rightly, seeks to establish and mark as golden the principle that entities must not be unnecessarily multiplied (Occam’s razor) so one can easily imagine the jubilation – the triumphal throwing of surgical gloves into the air – when one test result yielded a very convincing and simple explanation for not only his death but also for his
on- going rheumatic fevers, diarrhoea, hideous abdominal cramps, kidney stones, oedema, gouts, personality changes, eye pains, abscesses and, incredibly, his deafness.

As initially mentioned, as with the forensic testing, it would be churlish to reveal the full complexities of the owners and whereabouts of the braid from 1827 to 1994. Martin tries to do this but, as we begin to find quite early into the book, it means sacrificing short, clear sentences for those that are long, convoluted and plethoric with information.
To put it differently, there is too much historical data and interpretation to be covered by just one volume. And even then one questions whether a great many people are interesting enough to warrant discussion beyond a footnote or confined to an appendix. Ferdinand Hiller seems to emerge as the most noteworthy because of his famous acquaintances but even here the book’s raison d’être takes on little more than a minor connective role.

Martin creatively palliates the weightiness by interspersing each section (of which there are six) with chapters of interesting details from the composer’s life. This technique generates a type of subplot – obviously related to the main discourse but in a different historical context. It is akin to flashbacks within the ongoing development of a
whodunit so the approach is certainly not new as such but, regrettably, rarely used in the presentation ( for mass circulation ) of archival research.

Overall, ‘Beethoven’s Hair’ is a warmly welcomed addition to the repertoire. It is a superb introduction to the process of investigative diagnosis and is an excellent overview of modern forensic procedure. The size of the website that it has generated is already quite astounding and this would suggest that while new musicological appraisals provide interest and, occasionally, precipitate reconsideration, the information contained in this book, which seems to have come in an unguarded moment, is a true Indian summer for all Beethoven scholars and votaries alike.

© Stuart Hille 2004.


Triumph over Adversity – reflections on musical heroism

Triumph over Adversity – reflections on musical heroism

By Neville Cohn

2004

In the countdown to the Athens Olympics later this year, the cream of the world’s young sportspeople are focussing on preparations for this celebration of youth which will be watched by millions as the sporting reputation of each sportsperson’s country hangs in the balance. Amid all this, it is easy to overlook a no-less-significant series of contests that will follow immediately after the Olympics in Greece.

And as anyone who watched the Paralympics that came in the wake of the Sydney Olympics will recall, the competitive edge was as keen there as in the more flamboyantly packaged main game that preceded it. And there are those who believe – as I do – that the grit and focus called for in the Paralympics equal (and, on occasion, may even exceed) the commitment of those participating in the Olympics proper. Here will be gathered amputees, paraplegics, the blind or partially sighted, cerebral palsied and intellectually disabled contestants, all determined to do their very best to demonstrate, as they almost invariably do, that however disadvantaged they may appear to be, they will triumph over adversity.

It is, of course, not only in sporting endeavour that the handicapped can prove their mettle. Consider music – and Beethoven, that most famous of all disabled composers who, after conducting the first performance of his Ninth Symphony, had to be gently turned round by one of the vocal soloists so that he could SEE the applause that he could no longer hear. This symphonic epic is one only of a stream of masterpieces that the stone-deaf master produced while locked in his terrifying prison of silence.

Beethoven was not alone in his affliction. Others suffering hearing impairment include Bedrich Smetana who had tinnitus so severely that it tipped the composer over the edge into madness. The finale of his String Quartet No 1 calls for the first violin to simulate the high-pitched “piercing, whistling sound” that rang almost continually in his ears. And while composing his opera The Devil’s Wall, Smetana remarked despairingly about the “pounding, and intense hissing in the head, as if I were standing under a big waterfall”.

Among the more unusual, indeed bizarre, instances of hearing impairment is that of Percy Wood, an organist who lost his hearing completely after an attack of meningitis. Despite this serious defect, he earned a doctorate in music from Oxford University and thereafter spent many years in a seaside resort preparing candidates for senior music examinations!

No less remarkable is Scottish percussionist Evelyn Glennie who pursues an international virtuoso career notwithstanding her claims to profound deafness.

Gabriel Faure, too, managed to turn out fine work despite having to contend with greatly reduced hearing in old age as well as lung problems from excessive smoking.

Among hearing-impaired musicians of more recent vintage are George Harrison, Engelbert Humperdinck, Cher, Barbra Streisand and Eric Clapton (as outlined in Sullivan’s Music Trivia).

An even more remarkable instance of rising above the ravages of lung disease is that of Chopin, so ill from tuberculosis that he would cough blood constantly, often, after recitals, leaving the keyboard crimson-stippled. Once, on a visit to friends in Scotland, he was so enfeebled by TB that he had to be carried upstairs to bed. All the while, he continued to produce a stream of piano works that are some of the glories of the keyboard repertoire.

Yet more evidence of functioning creative genius in the face of terrible illness was provided by Hugo Wolf, who would produce streams of superb lieder in bursts of blazing creativity in-between lengthy periods of confusion and despair in mental hospitals. And pianist David Helfgott, whose career was interrupted for long periods due to serious illness – and whose idiosyncratic personality was wonderfully characterised by Geoffrey Rush in the movie Shine – has continued to give recitals and concerto performances worldwide.

There are many instances of the power of the creative impulse overcoming serious handicaps. Delius is a case in point. Paralysed and blind due to syphilis, he would dictate his work note for note to Eric Fenby, his faithful amanuensis. Handel, too, went blind – but that didn’t stop him from giving the organ recitals that drew so many Londoners to his performances. Joaquin Rodrigo of Spain provided another inspiring tale of triumph over adversity. Born blind, he produced a stream of often wonderful music, much of which is now firmly in the standard repertoire.

And no-one who has had the pleasure of listening to pianists Alberto Colombo or Greek-born Themeli, would have said their performances were lacking due to their blindness.

A number of other pianists had successful careers despite the loss of an arm. The most famous is Paul Wittgenstein who was wounded in World War I resulting in the amputation of his right hand. He went on to a brilliant career, a pianist for whom Ravel, Prokofiev, Richard Strauss and Benjamin Britten wrote masterworks for the left hand and orchestra. Otakar Hoffman, also wounded in WWI, defied the odds and embarked on a successful career as a left handed pianist, often performing Janacek’s aptly titled Defiance for piano and chamber ensemble. Gary Graffman, more recently, has continued his virtuoso career although his right hand no longer functions; he often plays Ravel’s Concerto for the left hand.

Oddly, there are few instances of right-handed pianists, the most famous of whom would surely be Cyril Smith who suffered a cerebral haemorrhage while on a concert tour of the then-USSR in 1956. It left him with a paralysed left arm. So he re-invented himself as a one-armed pianist and for years performed successfully in recitals for three hands with his pianist wife Phyllis Sellick.

No less remarkable is the case of famed Belgian-born jazz guitarist Django Reinhardt who was burnt in a caravan fire while growing up in a gypsy settlement. Despite badly mutilated fingers on his left hand, he devised a method of fingering that helped him overcome his handicap to stunning effect as a member of the legendary Hot Club Quintet of France. And celebrated tenor Richard Tauber maintained a flourishing concert career despite experiencing often very severe pain from arthritis, an illness he never divulged to his admiring audiences.

There is also the strange case of Aksel Schiotz, the Danish tenor who was operated on for a brain tumour. He survived but was left severely incapacitated and had painstakingly to learn to speak and sing again from scratch. To his and everyone else’s astonishment, Schiotz discovered that his “new” voice was in the baritone range and with it he launched a second successful career.

Schiotz’s bravery was apparent in other ways. During the Nazi occupation of Denmark, he resolutely refused to sing for the German troops, instead giving recitals in secret for his fellow Danes.

Violinist Yitzhak Perlman has polio in both legs requiring the wearing of steel calipers; it has not got in the way of a brilliant career. Pianist Anne Sher, too, now in a wheel chair as a result of polio, was for years an acclaimed interpreter of Mozart’s piano sonatas, many of which she presented in recitals for the South African Broadcasting Corporation in Cape Town. Yet another polio victim who rose to the heights is ace English clarinettist Alan Hacker. Confined to a wheelchair, he has travelled extensively around the world as principal clarinet in one of the leading London orchestras.

For sheer determination and courage, oboist Leon Goossens’ experiences take a lot of beating. At the peak of his career, he was seriously injured in a car accident in which some of his teeth were broken, his jaw smashed and lip muscles injured: a catastrophe. Yet, with moral support from his famous family – and rare determination – Goossens taught himself to play again, using different facial and lip muscles to get his performances up to their former standard. Hardly less remarkable was the case of pianist Clara Haskil who carved out a distinguished career as pianist despite chronic illness and a severely disabling hunchback. She died, too young, of a fall down an escalator.

Then there is the case of pianist Steven de Groote, winner of the Van Cliburn Competition, who used some of his winnings to purchase a small plane which he piloted about the US until crashing in the Arizona Desert. Surgeons did wonders in patching up his severe injuries and he continued his brilliant career until falling prey to a virus that had infected some of the copious blood transfusions he’d needed during his operation. His death was an immense loss; he left a small but precious legacy of recordings. Nearer to home, was Jane Geeson, principal harpist with the W.A.Symphony Orchestra, who, stricken with terminal cancer, refused to give in to the insidious disease, remaining steadfast at her post and musically articulate almost to the end. Another musician who soldiered on, brilliantly, while battling the leukaemia that would eventually carry him off, was pianist Julius Katchen.

And is there a more poignant instance of soldiering on despite feeling the wind of the wing of the Angel of Death than Bela Bartok, dying of polycythaemia, propped up by pillows, with manuscript sheets held down by a clutter of medicine bottles, as, bar after bar, the composer tried to complete the orchestration of his Piano Concerto No 3 (fifteen bars were left incomplete when paramedics arrived to take him from his cramped, tiny New York apartment to hospital where he died soon after)?

Many other musicians, too numerous to chronicle individually, continue to rise above disabilities of many kinds; they are no less an inspiration than the many who, later this year, will vie for laurels at the Athens Paralympics.

© January 2004