July 29, 2007

  • Variations on Truth and Fiction

    Nordic Truth: Jewish Fiction:
    Snowball In Hell
    From The New York
    Times
    in 2005:

    Portrait of conductor
    Arild Remmereit:



    Arild Remmereit


    April 24, 2005


    Have Baton,

    Will Travel

    by James R. Oestreich

     

    PITTSBURGH

    “HE’S the hottest conductor you’ve never heard of….

    In music, as in most other pursuits, one person’s misfortune can be
    another’s opportunity. Many a podium career has been built on
    successful substitutions…. typically, the process is cumulative and
    measured.

    In Mr. Remmereit’s case, it seems a sort of spontaneous combustion….
    he seems destined
    for big things, and soon.

    Regarding his sudden change in stature, he spoke as if from afar.
    ‘The snowball has reached such a size that it has started to roll,’ he
    said matter-of-factly….

    ‘It’s terrifying when it happens,’ he said, ‘but I can’t tell you
    how naively happy I am when it goes well. These are such major
    steps
    that I wasn’t even hoping for a few weeks ago.’

    ARILD REMMEREIT (pronounced AHR-eeld REMM-uh-right, with the r’s
    heavily rolled) was born in a village in Norway, between Bergen and
    Trondheim, and has lived in Vienna since 1987. Slim and fresh-faced at
    43, he has had a busy but low-level career in Europe….

    So here he was, on April 15,
    conducting the Pittsburgh Symphony… in a vintage… Germanic
    program…. Wagner’s ‘Siegfried Idyll,’ Schumann’s
    Fourth Symphony and Brahms’s Second Piano Concerto….”

    Review:

    Württemberg Philharmonic February 2004
    Nielsen, Sibelius, Grieg.

    Reutlinger Nachrichten.
    “Distant closeness, close distance.

    Arild Remmereit as a guest conductor: ‘As when the sun rises in the
    North.’ The Philharmonics and their brilliant guest conductor fetched
    the mind-blowing, tempting and exciting Scandinavia.

    It was like a lucky strike to see the Norwegian conductor on stage with
    the Philharmonic. When he conducts the Dane Nielsen, the Finn Sibelius
    and the Norwegian Grieg, one can really feel that this man has the
    locally marked music floating in his blood.”

    From The New York Times today:
     

    Discussion of
    a new novel:
    Variations on the Beast

    Variations on
    the Beast
    ,
    by psychoanalyst
    Henry Grinberg

    An interview with Henry Grinberg conducted by James R. Oestreich:

    “For those who find inspiration and edification in great art, it is
    always painful to be reminded that artists are not necessarily
    admirable as people and that art is powerless in the face of great
    evil. That truth was baldly evident in Nazi Germany and in the way the
    regime used and abused music and musicians, to say nothing of the way
    it used and abused human beings of all kinds.

    [A new novel touches on] these issues…. In Variations on the Beast (Dragon Press), Henry
    Grinberg, a psychoanalyst, posits Hermann Kapp-Dortmunder, a powerful
    maestro, as a fictional rival of Wilhelm Furtwängler (whose qualms
    about working under the regime he does not share) and Herbert von
    Karajan (whose vaulting ambition he does).”

    GRINBERG:

    “And it soon occurred to me… that, my God, a lot of the famous, the notable, the
    moving, the magnificent composers in the 18th and 19th centuries and
    earlier were Germans. And I tried to understand, how did such a nation
    turn out to be so bestial and cruel, so indifferent to the suffering of
    others? And I have no explanation for it.

    As
    a practicing psychoanalyst, I can see individual expressions of
    rage and their causes and their so-called justifications. But for a
    whole nation to be consumed, to be seduced by an overwhelming idea–
    well, there are rationalizations, I guess, but not explanations.
    There’s no forgiveness for this. And I tried to put together a story of
    a person who was a participant and a causer of these kinds of
    things….

    So I sort of poured my feelings of contempt and rage into the
    character I was devising. And I have to admit, after having been
    psychoanalyzed myself in preparation for the training, that something
    of Hermann Kapp-Dortmunder exists in me. I shudder to think that this
    may be so, but I have to accept the possibility. Murderous thoughts may
    have occurred to me, but, thank God, I’ve never killed anyone.”

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