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Tchaikovsky (Master Musicians Series)

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In a volume that has brought forth criticism of "turgid, plodding, and pointless" from a News Junkie, one wonders what The Spare Bedroom Press has brought forth on the public. Well, quite simply what's been done here is a soundly researched and intelligently voiced biography of a composer who desperately needs it. So florid is the usual writing about Tchaikovsky that it's difficult not to think that the writer is trying to imitate the character of the music itself, rather than the person who composed it.

It a forthright, exceptionally well researched and purposefully well mixed scholarly and popular melange of prose, Roland John Wiley has managed to bring off a first rate volume. Would that this kind of dedication and puckish humor extended beyond the confines of his preferred specialities of Russian music to a larger canon of 19th century Beethovinian, Schubertian, or Chopinesque repertoire.

We would all be the richer for it.

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Since Thucydides, the composition of historiography has entailed two primary facets: evidence and entertainment.
The best histories are those which combine meticulous documentation of facts with engaging lyricism of prose--(otherwise you have a chronicle and not an history): the classic historians from Ranke and Mommsen to Chateaubriand and Michelet, to Macaulay and Carlyle, have all exercised this dual principle.

Withal, it is especially sad to see an historian who does the hard work of research, documentation and citation, but is simply not gifted with the ability to write in an engaging and entertaining manner: this is the case with R.J. Wiley in his tome on Pyotr Il'ich Chaykovskiy.

The mechanics of the book are faultless: Wiley's bibliography runs to 418 sources, and he uses a modified APA citation methodology which eliminates the necessity of tedious footnotes of the old CM style--(although some scholars prefer the Chicago Manual style's precision).

But Wiley's major fault as an historian is his regrettable inability to vivify the historical personages he treats in his book: they all appear desiccated and two-dimensional.

Indeed, the whole atmosphere of Wiley's book is airless and suffocating: even as a musicologist Wiley doesn't seem to have much enthusiasm for Tchaikovsky's music--at least he doesn't write very enthusiastically about it.

As mentioned, Wiley's facts are admirable: we get that Tchaikovsky had a `feminine soul' and was doubtless (since childhood) a practicing invert throughout his life; we get the likelihood he had syphilis; we get he married Antonina Milyukova for her money and as a `beard' for his career; and we get that his rather sudden death was unexpected.

Wiley mentions most of Tchaikovsky's works, but in a very tepid (nearly frigid) manner.

Lastly however, like a chancre under clean linen, there is a lovely surprise under the dust jacket: the book boards are done in an attractive dual green motif, reminding us of green carnations and `that curious love of green, which in individuals is always the sign of a subtle artistic temperament, and a laxity, if not a decadence of morals'.

Four stars for lack of a better alternative.

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Tchaikovsky: The Symphonies
Tchaikovsky: Swan Lake
Tchaikovsky: Swan Lake (complete ballet); Wolfgang Sawallisch; Philadelphia Orchestra
Sleeping Beauty
Pytor Illych Tchaikovsky: The Nutcracker - Complete Ballet
Tchaikovsky - Eugen Onegin / T. Allen, Freni, von Otter, Shicoff, Burchuladze; Levine
Tchaikovsky - Eugene Onegin / Hvorostovsky · Focile · Shicoff · Borodina · Arkhipova · Orchestre de Paris · Bychkov
Tchaikovsky: Pique Dame [The Queen of Spades]
Rachmaninov: Piano Concerto No. 2; Tchaikovsky: Piano Concerto No. 1
Peter Tchaikovsky/Alexander Glazunov: Violin Concertos
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It's an excellent biography and a real page-turner.
It also was shipped on time and came in an excellent condition.

Although it has been well reviewed, this book is turgid, plodding, and pointless. The pointlessness is deliberate. Amazingly the author goes out of his way to state that his thesis is that an accurate and insightful biography of Tcshaikovsky CANNOT be written. He proves his point, which may satisfy him personally, but leaves the reader wondering why he wasted his time and money.