This is the first full biography of this influential musician to appear in English, filling an important gap in the history of late nineteenth century music.
Bulow (1830 – 1894) studied both jurisprudence and music and, after the predictable conflict with his family, bolstered by letters of support from Liszt and Wagner, was able to devote his subsequent life exclusively to music. He studied piano and conducting with Liszt in Weimar and subsequently established himself as a pianist and teacher in Berlin, where he wed Liszt’s daughter, Cosima. Called to Munich by Wagner, who had become the recipient of the devoted patronage of Ludwig II, for five years he served as court pianist and conductor, presenting the premiers of Wagner’s Tristan and Meistersinger. In Munich Cosima’s affections were quickly transferred to Wagner, whom she bore two daughters, the first claimed by Bulow as his own child, the second tacitly acknowledged as Wagner’s. The scandal eventually ended both Wagner’s and Bulow’s careers in Munich in 1869. The trauma of Munich shadowed Bulow for the rest of his life; places and dates associated with Wagner or Cosima caused him mental distress and often physical ailments. His subsequent musical career was one of Olympian accomplishments with tours of Europe and America as a pianist, close friendships and collaborations with Brahms and Tchaikovsky, mentorship of Richard Strauss and Gustav Mahler, and the establishment of the Meiningen and Berlin orchestras as virtuoso ensembles.
Bulow seems to have been incapable of withholding or softening any critical remark having to do with music, either in composition, performance, pedagogy, or reception. His comments are almost always phrased with caustic wit, making them memorable and adding to their sting. Some examples from Walker’s book:
To a tenor performing Lohengrin under Bulow’s baton: “You are no Knight of the Swan but a Knight of the Swine.”
On the audiences for his recital tour of the US: “The further West you go, the more convinced you become that the Three Wise Men came from the East.”
Bulow could also deliver his invective without words, purely through musical allusion. During one of his concerts, after a particularly unpleasant soprano solo, he sat and the piano to play the next piece, but opened by playing the notes of the opening vocal recitative from Beethoven’s Ninth: “O friends, no more of these sounds!”
Bulow did not necessarily spare his own feelings in delivering a riposte. At a party in London a woman making his acquaintance asked him “Oh! Monsieur von Bulow, vous connaissez Monsieur Wagner, n’est-ce pas?” Such inquiries were the cause of eruptions of temper at other times, but in this case he replied, “Mais oui, Madame, c’est le mari de ma femme.”
Walker cites a number of contemporary accounts of Bulow’s pianism, enough to give some idea of his technique (I imagine something like the crystalline accuracy of Pollini) but, as with all musicians from the days before recording, the exact nature of his interpretations is elusive. The aural image of the orchestral sound he produced as a conductor receives less documentation and is therefore even more nebulous. Listeners most often commented on the precision of the players, something that is expected nowadays as a matter of course in the top orchestras, thanks in some part, no doubt, to Bulow’s pioneering efforts.
Walker has an eye for details which add vividness to an incident or place. His description of a Polish count’s insistence that rooms be kept near the freezing point “on grounds of health” allows the reader to feel the acute misery of Bulow’s brief employment as private music teacher in Poland. His description of how Frankfurt musicians were forced to declare allegiance to one of two rival conservatories in that city is reminiscent of the citizens of Eatanswill in “The Pickwick Papers”.
My main problem with Walker is that, once he has undertaken to be a subject’s biographer he also becomes their advocate. Having written his magisterial three volume biography of Liszt, he seems incapable of interpreting Liszt’s behavior in anything but the most favorable light. This indulgence has now been extended to Bulow, whose many positive traits are emphasized, but whose negative side is downplayed or, I suspect, minimized. In his introductory chapter Walker attempts to inoculate Bulow for charges of anti-Semitism by putting it within the context of the prejudices of the time, as well as that of more recent American figures; he also justifies Bulow with a version of the “some of his best friends were Jewish” defense. Shelves, if not bookcases have been filled with commentary on Wagner’s anti-Semitism and I won’t attempt to say whether Walker’s defense of Bulow is adequate, but what did strike me is that, after this introduction, there are no anti-Semitic incidents or comments detailed in Walker’s narrative of Bulow’s life. I can only think that Walker, after feeling the need for the opening apologia, did not want to alienate the reader’s sympathies by describing the behavior that made the apology necessary.