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766 pages, Hardcover
First published August 9, 2003
To present the subject in his temporal circumstances, to show how these both hinder and help him, how he uses them to construct his view of man and the world, and how he, providing he is an artist, poet, or author, mirrors them again for others.This is precisely what Fischer attempts to do in this quite enormous tome of a biography – it is just over 700 pages long. It begins with an attempt at a description of the man himself: he moved at an “allegro furioso”; others having big problems keeping up with the stout and energised man, his “chin protruding like a battering ram and his head thrown back” – for those with interest in the topic this will surely conjure up images of Beethoven’s gait as well. He was similar to Beethoven in other respects too: he would not care much for his clothes if they were torn: “For weeks on end he could wander around with the lining of his coat torn, the state of disrepair being a matter of total indifference to him.” Though, on one important matter he differs from the greatest of them all: in this apparent carelessness, he was not careless about his physical cleanliness and overall health, and towards the end of his life, after the diagnosis of a weak heart in 1907, he was borderline hypochondriac. With that said, Mahler was in fact like Beethoven in that he was riddled and plagued with illnesses of various degrees of severity, and, like Beethoven, he more or less worked through them in a way that is easy to characterise as "heroic."
He is generally regarded as the typical representative of the noisy hooligans; he wrote monstrous works for the concert hall such as the ‘Symphony of a Thousand' [his 8th] whose mass of instruments serves only to cover up its pitiful lack of melodies and desolation. By always hankering after empty effects, his works are as quintessentially Jewish as his ancestry. He came from a Jewish brandy bar and had himself baptised only later in Vienna.This sort of stuff was common for him, but was much more virulent and aggressive when he was alive. The book spends quite some time on this topic, devoting a whole chapter to the question of “Jewishness and Identity”, where Mahler’s own complicated views on the topic are examined.
„Es gibt auch die Wunde Mahler; sie will und wird sich nicht schließen, solange es eine menschliche Gesellschaft gibt, die der Versöhnung ermangelt. Von diesem Mangel spricht Mahlers Musik so deutlich wie kaum eine Zweite.“As I came to the conclusion of this exceptional biography of Gustav Mahler, I couldn’t help but ponder his age at his death, just short of his 51st birthday. Had he lived as long as his much younger wife, Alma – who, try as Fischer might, can’t be turned into a good person – he would have died in 1945 at age 85. Theoretically, a little more than 100% of additional time, as compared to his “professional” life, which began around the age of 18. What might that time have brought? Mahler didn’t live to see either World War, Nazis, or his physical world destroyed and family ripped apart. Perhaps he would have been long in the United States already, watching from afar. But that probably leaves out as many as ten symphonies, perhaps a few less, and some song cycles of more than 30 years of musical genius informed by experiences he possibly couldn’t have imagined – who could? – when he died in 1911.
(“There is also the Mahler wound; it won’t and will not heal as long as existing human society fails to reconcile with itself. Mahler’s music speaks so clearly to this deficiency, as no other can.”)