In this book I am describing a journey into a region whose 'differences' from Europe are too great to be easily bridged: and difference is, in a way, akin to danger. We are leaving the security of our too uniform environment, in which there is little that is unfamiliar and nothing that is surprising, and entering into the tremendous strangeness of 'another' world... But are we really excluded from that world? I do not think so. Our feeling of exclusion rests mainly on an error peculiar to our Western way of thinking: we are wont to underestimate the creative value of the unfamiliar and are always tempted to do violence to it, to appropriate it, to take it over, on our own terms , into our own intellectual environment. It seems to me, however, that our age of disquiet no longer permits such cavalier attempts; many of us beginning to realize that cultural distances can and should be overcome by means other than intellectual rape: it might perhaps be overcome by surrend...
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Charming...
So Karajan, Giulini, Jochum, Furtwangler, Horenstein, Sinopoli, Chailly, Celibidache, Tintner et al wasted all their time on wonderful performances and recordings of severely flawed scores for nothing?
If anybody could get Karajan and Celibidache in the same fan club they must have been doing something interesting...
So wrote Elgar in 1905 to his publisher Jaeger about the composition of his Introduction and Allegro.
Thank you Marcus for reminding us of how great that 'devil of a fugue really is.
Isn't it interesting that so many consider this magnificent work to be his finest, yet it is also his most classical in form?
I wonder how many of today's jet-set maestros would conduct ballet? (It is interesting that Antal Dorati was another fine ballet conductor).
Follow this link for more on Elgar's music for The Sanguine Fan.