The autobiography of one of Britain's greatest composers is as idiosyncratic as the man himself, revealing his insatiable curiosity about people and places, ideas and sensations, and music of every kind. Vigorous, brave, funny, candid about his sexual and emotional life, Sir Michael has written a remarkable, memorable book.
Paperback
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304 pages
Published
July 7th 1994
by Pimlico
(first published 1994)
Whatever I expected from Michael Tippett's autobiography, I didn't expect it to be, well,
funny
. The eighty-odd-year-old composer relates significant and trivial incidents in a kind of dotty impervious way which occasionally borders on the surreal. Musical studies, homosexual encounters, hairbreadth 'scapes by train, car and on foot through Europe to join his perpetually peregrinating parents. Once he was so ill he was hospitalised in Belgrade and for lack of space placed in the matron's bed - w
Whatever I expected from Michael Tippett's autobiography, I didn't expect it to be, well,
funny
. The eighty-odd-year-old composer relates significant and trivial incidents in a kind of dotty impervious way which occasionally borders on the surreal. Musical studies, homosexual encounters, hairbreadth 'scapes by train, car and on foot through Europe to join his perpetually peregrinating parents. Once he was so ill he was hospitalised in Belgrade and for lack of space placed in the matron's bed - who was distinctly startled on her return. Then comes a telegram from Padua:
Father bitten by tarantula. Come immediately.
And so on.
Since he had been more than adequately biographed by Ian Kemp in a book published in 1984 (next on my list), Tippett structures his life in a readable juxtaposition of the chronological and the thematic. The only section I skipped in its entirety was a lengthy section on dreams, in which he describes several dreams and volunteers interpretations thereof. Since my descriptions of my dreams always drably fail to render their quiddity, descriptions and analyses of someone else's dreams are a bit too far from meaningful reality, in my humble opinion. But as for the rest - I was hooked, and read with great engagement. My prevailing impressions of Tippett from this autobiography are of the sheer
quantity
of his activity and achievement, and of his own unshakeable conviction of his music's significance and value - a judgement with which posterity, sadly, has not concurred. Onto Kemp's biography next!
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On the minus side: he's not a writer - the sentences fall flat, prosaic. Maybe it's deliberate. He certain doesn't seem to want to go out of his way to embellish his story, or to show himself in a good light.
On the plus side: some fascinating insights into the musical life of the times, and into Tippett's relationship with Ben Britten.