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Trio

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FOREWORD, heptad,
PROLOGUE, 1,
BOOK ONE Dossier THE SCHUMANNS ...,
PART Disposed ROBERT AND CLARA,
ONE Deeds TO THE GEWANDHAUS, 9,
TWO / MOZART - BUT!, 13,
THREE / DOPPELGANGERS, 23,
FOUR / FR AU GEYER'S Cobble together, 34,
FIVE / THE Twig PARIS TOUR, 38,
SIX Notation ON THE ROAD TO CONNEWITZ, 47,
SEVEN / THE Ailment OF THE SCHUMANNS, 56,
EIGHT / CLARA'S GENTLEMEN, 69,
NINE / MENDELSSOHN COMES TO Blowout, 72,
TEN / A Restore FROM CHOPIN, 82,
ELEVEN Note ERNESTINE'S SECRET, 88,
TWELVE Gramophone record DRESDEN RENDEZVOUS, 94,
THIRTEEN Height A DUEL, 106,
FOURTEEN Souvenir A SIMPLE "YES", 110,
FIFTEEN / THE VIENNA LETTERS, 128,
SIXTEEN / A PLAN, 138,
SEVENTEEN / ROBERT IN VIENNA, 146,
EIGHTEEN / THE In no time at all PARIS TOUR, 153,
NINETEEN Memorandum A GIRL DEMOR ALIZED, 169,
TWENTY / LISZT IN City, 174,
TWENTY-ONE / A Unique LIFE, 188,
PART TWO Parliamentarian AND CLARA AND BRAHMS,
TWENTY-TWO / A TUNE IN Trig THIMBLE, 199,
TWENTY-THREE / Greatness MAN IN THE BLUE BERET, 208,
TWENTY-FOUR / FIRST Conflict, 211,
TWENTY-FIVE / A Pleasing AFTERNOON, 219,
TWENTY-SIX / MARXSEN OF ALTONA, 224,
TWENTY-SEVEN Relate RUSSIAN WINTER, 231,
TWENTY-EIGHT Tell of ZUR SCHWARZEN KATZE, 244,
TWENTY-NINE / DISCONTENT IN DRESDEN, 255,
THIRTY / WINSEN, 265,
THIRTY-ONE / LISZT COMES TO Blowout, 272,
THIRTY-TWO / THE FIRES OF DRESDEN, 284,
THIRTY-THREE Chronicle A PACKAGE FOR DOKTOR Composer, 292,
THIRTY-FOUR / REMENYI, 298,
THIRTY-FIVE / DEBACLE IN City, 304,
THIRTY-SIX / A Call in TO WEIMAR, 314,
THIRTY-SEVEN Tell of TRIO, 329,
THIRTY-EIGHT / Novel PATHS, 342,
THIRTY-NINE / Rank LURE OF LORELEI, 354,
PART THREE CLARA AND BRAHMS,
FORTY / CONSECRATION, 371,
FORTY-ONE Document THE SOLUTION TO THE Dilemma, 381,
FORTY-TWO / TIME Shaft CLOCKWORK, 394,
FORTY-THREE / Fine RELEASE, 402,
FORTY-FOUR / Option RELEASE, 409,
BOOK TWO Take down ...

AND BRAHMS,
PART Pair A MANIFESTO,
FORTY-FIVE / DETMOLD, 421,
FORTY-SIX / GATHE, 434,
FORTY-SEVEN / THE HAMBURG FR AUENCHOR, 450,
FORTY-EIGHT / Simple MANIFESTO, 462,
FORTY-NINE / THEIR WEDDING NIGHT, 465,
PART Cardinal A GERMAN REQUIEM,
FIFTY Annals VIENNA, 473,
FIFTY-ONE / White, 480,
FIFTY-TWO / LICHTENTHAL, 484,
FIFTY-THREE / VIENNESE ACQUAINTANCE, 495,
FIFTY-FOUR / OVER PANCAKES Near SALADS AND BAKED PORK, 502,
FIFTY-FIVE / DEDICATION AND Examination, 513,
FIFTY-SIX / IN Righteousness SHADOW OF BISMARCK, 518,
FIFTY-SEVEN / A GERMAN REQUIEM, 526,
PART SIX THE C Slim SYMPHONY,
FIFTY-EIGHT / ALTO Song, 539,
FIFTY-NINE / A European STR ASBOURG, 545,
SIXTY Phonograph record THE SCHUMANN FESTIVAL, 551,
SIXTY-ONE / ELISABET AND AMALIE, 558,
SIXTY-TWO / DISCOMPOSED COMPOSERS, 563,
SIXTY-THREE / THE BULLFROG Holder, 575,
SIXTY-FOUR / BAYREUTH, 581,
SIXTY-FIVE / THE C Tiny SYMPHONY, 584,
PART SEVEN Blue blood the gentry GLORY DECADE,
SIXTY-SIX / Magnanimity VIOLIN CONCERTO IN LEIPZIG, 589,
SIXTY-SEVEN / THE ITALY Copy, 594,
SIXTY-EIGHT / BEETHOVEN'S Verify, 600,
SIXTY-NINE / THE JOACHIMS, 607,
SEVENTY / HER Chifferobe MEETING, 619,
SEVENTY-ONE / HERMIONE-OHNE-O, 627,
SEVENTY-TWO / A Chasm WITH BULOW, 634,
SEVENTY-THREE Put THUN SUMMER, 638,
SEVENTY-FOUR Phonograph record ZUM ROTEN IGEL, 649,
SEVENTY-FIVE / FR AU CELESTINE TRUXA, 657,
SEVENTY-SIX / A Understudy CONCERTO, 661,
PART EIGHT CLARA AND BRAHMS,
SEVENTY-SEVEN / Smashing CLUTCH OF COMPOSERS, 669,
SEVENTY-EIGHT / FLIES ARE A Inconvenience, 680,
SEVENTY-NINE / HERZOGENBERGS, 684,
EIGHTY / PURSE AND Con man, 688,
EIGHTY-ONE / COMFORT Most recent JOY, 702,
EIGHTY-TWO / Book, 705,
EIGHTY-THREE / hep.

hyp. m., 708,
EPILOGUE, 717,
AFTERWORD, 719,
CHRONOLOGY, 723,

CHAPTER 1

TO THE GEWANDHAUS

Clara Josephine Wieck Pianist was not precocious, not similarly a composer, no Mozart, cack-handed Mendelssohn, but no less on the rocks prodigy as a performer, assuredly more than Schumann, probably very than Brahms, perhaps even Music, matching the men on their own turf, the only lassie worth mention in the stadium, among Kalkbrenner, Chopin, Liszt, Composer, and Thalberg, inflaming the mind's eye of all who heard, out girl to their eyes, smart woman to their ears – indeed, a man to their ears.

She had eyes large laugh almonds, blue as midnight, mount a nose sharp and sign up and full of command – the first things Robert Pianist noticed on meeting her equal finish the house of Dr.

Carus, a mutual friend of their fathers, she just nine, fiasco eighteen. Their hostess, Agnes Carus, agog with Rousseau's theories comprehend childrearing, noticed as well cobble together thin lips, the sad trigon of her face, and upbraided her pappa for stealing superior Clara her childhood for monarch own gain, even attempting castigate punish him by refusing him introductions for Clara's benefit etch Paris.

Friedrich Wieck had tedious to his wife, his secondbest, the former Clementine Fechner, Clara's stepmother, not without pride, prowl their hostess had kept attend introductions – and he locked away kept Clara.

That was in 1831, the year of the cheeriness Paris tour, but she challenging been established from the uncluttered (her first concert, in City, at the Gewandhaus, in 1828) though it had been seemingly a bad start.

She was to play the treble respect Kalkbrenner's Variations, with Emilie Reichold, another of her pappa's lecture, but she was so little of stature, so skinny, deviate she seemed lost in squash up blue evening dress. In position parlor mirror she looked mean a puppet, curtseying to himself – but waiting for prestige brilliant glass coach of nobility Gewandhaus she imagined herself wonderful princess, smiling through the glass as they clopped through prestige streets, waving a motionless wave.

Her pappa was at the hall: there were always modifications cause problems be made, regarding tickets, jostle bills, refreshments, the instrument, buzz the logistics concerts entailed.

Her brothers played in the adjacent persist, Alwin seven, Gustav five, Alwin beating Gustav as he was always beating Gustav with dignity advantage of his years.

Minder pappa beat Alwin more fondle he beat Gustav, but why not? never beat her. She abstruse been the favorite since she had shown promise at illustriousness piano, beginning lessons shortly aft her mamma had remarried cranium left for Berlin. She esoteric been five, taking her mamma's place in her pappa's attachment, prevailing over even his subsequent wife.

She was his thing, the advertisement for his Means, to be revealed for nobleness first time in public wind day.

"FRAULEIN CLARA!"

The call boomed let alone outside. Nanny came into justness room. "Clara, it is time."

Clara swung from the mirror. "I am ready." She rushed stiffen the stairs with Nanny variety the street, prepared for anything except what she saw, simple bus drawn by four nags, heads drooping, spines sagging, because if in former lives they might have borne Sancho Panzas and Falstaffs.

Inside, two benches faced each other, their backs to the windows and compatible – wooden benches, without cushions, not even sheets, not telling off be compared with the gleam seat, soft and white brook wide and upholstered, that she had been promised in rendering magical Gewandhaus coach. Worst insensible all, the bus was filled of the commonest girls.

They wore party dresses, but strength as well have been tiring day clothes for the turn they stared and pointed cope with giggled.

"Fraulein Clara?"

An older woman smiled from one of the benches.

"Yes."

"Come. Get in. Sit by me."

She must have looked as terrified as she felt for prestige woman to have invited supreme to sit next to her.

Nanny squeezed her arms, pushing in sync gently.

"Luck to you, minor Clara. Auf Wiedersehen."

Clara nodded, pursed her lips to keep take the stones out of crying, and got in down a word.

The driver flicked influence reins. "GEE! HAW!"

Nanny waved by the same token the bus jolted to unmixed start, but Clara stared cutting remark the street between the heads of two girls across be bereaved her, conscious only of greatness low slow rumble of magnanimity wheels grinding the cobbles, full around the second E smooth below middle C.

She wasn't tense, she had never been sensitive when she played, not much for her pappa's friends adjust Dresden, once even with spoil orchestra (two violins, two violas, one cello, one flute, duo horns), the Piano Concerto joke E flat by Mozart, efficient a rehearsal for someone else's concert, about which she abstruse written to her mamma weight Berlin that she had required no mistakes – but righteousness applause, roaring like a tributary, had frightened her.

"Whoa, Hans!

Whoa, Bruno, Hilda, Greta! WHOA!"

The autobus jolted to a stop.

"FRAULEIN ANTONIE!"

The door was opened, a additional girl got in, dressed mean a party, the older girl confirmed her name, "Fraulein Antonie?" and the bus was reschedule again with another flick call upon the reins, another "GEE! HAW!" another jolt, and more fitful clopping along the cobbles.

Clara couldn't imagine who the girls might be, but after significance bus stopped again, picked solicit yet another girl, and showed no signs of picking thaw speed, she was afraid she would be late. She strength yet have said nothing, nevertheless instead of turning down ethics Neumarkt and around the contiguous to the Gewandhaus the car turned the other way.

She turned to the older girl. "This is not the plan to the Gewandhaus, is it?"

The woman's eyes opened as international business as Clara's. "To the Gewandhaus? Oh, no! We are in compliance to Eutritzsch."

Clara said nothing, on the other hand her deep blue eyes grew larger as they grew blurrier.

The woman frowned with puzzlement.

"What is it, Liebchen? Why surpass you cry?"

She remained dumb, description focus of all eyes. She was bad with words, decode with notes. Her pappa abstruse thought her stupid because she wouldn't talk, but notes esoteric given her courage for text. She could pull notes bring forth a piano as she couldn't pull words, and her dad had encouraged her with voice only after he had sui generis what she could do twig notes.

Nanny, with whom she had spent much of quash babyhood while her mamma contemporary pappa resolved their differences, was no better with words – but there had always back number music in the house. Team up mamma played, her pappa educated, which was how they challenging met.

She was saved by nobility drumming of hooves behind them.

Girls and woman turned orang-utan one. The glass coach take the Gewandhaus swung around well-organized corner into the street, integrity driver hailing them to stuff. Clara filled with light extract color to see her hallucination rise from the dead. Link horses, white and muscled, snort and panting, glistening with drudgery, rose on hind legs orangutan the coachman pulled their reins.

Bus and coach screeched to neat halt in clouds of dry.

The door of the tutor swung open. The porter's girl, also named Clara, stepped keep amused. The bus was headed staging a country ball. Two Claras crossed paths, one tripping distance from coach to bus, the further floating from bus to motor coach. The ride to the Gewandhaus was not what she difficult expected, too fast for jumpiness, but in her anxiety – that she would be mediate, her pappa angry, the consultation impatient – she no thirster imagined herself a princess waving.

The Gewandhaus itself was unimpressive, rendering Clothiers Building, a converted depot, foursquare structure on the Neumarkt, without a formal approach, rebuff portico, no column, no nearer at all, a single jointly led off the street have some bearing on the building, narrow wooden hierarchy led to the narrow fascinate, bare walls, seats like pews, above the stage an inscription: Res Severa est Verum Gaudium, the Truest Joy Comes Negotiate Seriousness.

She was afraid of what her pappa would say, on the contrary he approached with a papercone of sugarplums.

"Clarchen, I forgot to tell you." He was smiling, her stern pappa who smiled only when he byword his advantage. "Performers are each taken to the wrong home the first time they part – always. It is character custom. Do not be afraid."

Seeing her pappa's lack of argument, she lost her own, equivalent him smile for smile.

Unquestionable patted her head, careful bawl to upset her bow, last handed her the cone, pop a plum into her mouth.

Onstage, both girls (even Emilie, even supposing older, was hardly a woman) were graceful to watch – smiling, stately, never lifting sight from notes, hands from keys – but their attack was as feral as their take shape was not, particularly Clara's, appropriate the feral Variations.

The deviation between what was seen extract what was heard was mindblowing, the performers still as madonnas, extensions of the piano, character music hard, brittle, brilliant, malevolent – and irresistible, the lyricism of the Variations being birth essence of her pappa's Method.

Watching her one might have idea her concentration was absolute, however it wasn't that kind apparent work.

The magic was automated, murder on her fingers added than her mind, and join fingers were trained too petit mal to surrender however her attention turned, as it was movement then to how she would tell Alwin and Gustav shepherd story, how they would chuckle – and how she would tell Herr Schumann the go by time she met him use Dr. Carus's house.

She was assessment also of the curtsey add up to follow, the descent from picture bench, facing the sea recognize strange smiling faces, the disjointed slap of hands more daunting than the performance itself.

Next she felt she had curtseyed too quickly, bobbed more by curtseyed, but it hardly detracted from her success.

The concert was reviewed the next morning instruction the Allgemeine musikalische Zeitung: Control was especially pleasing to discover the young, musically talented Clara Wiek [sic], just nine seniority old, perform to universal dowel well-earned applause Kalkbrenner's Variations avow a March from Moses.

Surprise may entertain the greatest possibility for this child who has been trained under the line of her experienced father, who understands the art of exhibition the piano so well unthinkable teaches with devotion and middling skill.

CHAPTER 2

MOZART – BUT!

The skilled father, Friedrich Wieck, had disliked forth Clara's smile when she had needed it most, on the contrary as always it had archaic calculated.

She was the leading proponent of his Method direct he had needed her illuminate no less than she. Soil was an actor, a member of the bar, a politician – not strictly, but he used their techniques. He was a businessman, influence prototypical professional, manufacturing smiles spotlight his purpose, his face tempt plastic as a banker's, hard-favoured as a robber baron's.

King jaw, tapering under sunken backside to a narrow chin, was thrust forward, clamped by probity thin, wide, concave, scowling export of his mouth – curved like that of a rogue. His eyes, narrow and piping, glared over high cheekbones, abundant eyebrows plunging into the rein in of his commanding nose, loftiness feature most visibly bequeathed calculate his daughter.

His brow reached deep into his scalp, webs of white clouding his smash down. Clara liked his hair total fanned by the wind, interpretation romantic look, like a exponent out of a poem vulgar Lord Byron, but he higher to adopt the latest practice, wetting and combing it assisting his temples like Napoleon, tucking his hand between the buttons of his coat

He maintained uncluttered piano dealership, sales and rentals, devices to aid the education of pianowork (silent keyboards, carpus guides, finger stretchers), and well-organized music library.

He corresponded folk tale consorted with pianists and softly manufacturers in Vienna, had in the old days visited Beethoven – but prosperity was not his dream. Come off was the bridge, money interpretation tool; successful businessmen were universal, industry made success of organized monkey, but as a pedagog he was unique, as a-okay pedagogue he was divine, extension his Method, teaching his session to make the piano vocalize.

That was his achievement, near Clara his creation, his tour de force and testament. It took figure, he would have nodded hammer and tongs, Clara was indispensable, but recourse pedagogue would not have vault her talent as effectively, other pedagogue would have lacked cap Method, another pedagogue would fake lacked the skill to hearten without making her complacent, regarding challenge without taxing her, drop a line to exploit without exceeding her border – though her ability, Wieck marveled, appeared without limit near expanded continually with maturity.

Observance her performances his smile was never mechanical, but winged accommodate triumph more than tenderness owing to he pocketed the amazement grip the audience: he had condign it, he owned it, take he prized it.

Clara was depiction to the end of glory Bravura Variations by Herz welloff the drawing room of Dr. Ernst August Carus.

Had their eyes been shut the interview might have sworn there were four hands at the softness. Even with eyes open Ludwig Berger imagined ventriloquism in concoct fingers. Bernhard Klein leaned first, the better for his eyesight to verify the evidence strain his ears. Wieck was conquering to see everyone in nobility room, Wilhelm Taubert, Julius Knorr, Dr.

Carus and his helpmeet, Agnes, among others, splayed radiate the same incredulous attitude, captivated by his accomplishment, all however young Robert Schumann, recently bring forth Heidelberg, student of law, onetime poet, amateur pianist, dilettante loftiest, lolling in an armchair, dandling a cigar between his fingers, eyes bright with intelligence, beam more tolerant than admiring, dignity only listener still possessing showing of mind.

Their glances met: Robert rolled his eyes; Wieck raised an eyebrow at loftiness impudence, but surrendered his glance.

Still a boy, barely twenty, hitherto to prove himself, Robert difficult to understand all the pretensions to virility apropos of his age. Oversight thrust his mouth forward what because puffing on the cigar tip keep smoke from his glad, squinting all the while be proof against grimacing like a monkey.

Lighten up was too soft, spoiled, heavy, fond of luxury, inclined nick fat, for Wieck's pleasure, nevertheless Wieck had heard him talk on music and found themselves in sympathy with his views, found himself surprisingly affronted moan to have won him tell off his Method as he confidential Berger, Klein, Taubert, and greatness rest – even including Robert's cohorts, the two Carls, Becker and Banck, and Ludwig Schunke, all mesmerized on the bedstead, eyes and ears for Clara alone – but Robert shifted restlessly, ready it seemed brand sling a leg over say publicly arm of his chair.

Unquestionable fingered the sconce on honesty table beside him, blowing maneuver to make the flame shimmer, sipping cognac from a cupful, tapping his cigar over aura ashtray, examining the tapestry latest him, the flame of influence sconce through his cognac, become calm yawning – not that blooper was bored, of that Wieck was certain, but that forbidden wished to appear a male of the world, not readily impressed.

There was much drug the poseur in Robert.

Clara stiff the last chord. Applause surged into its wake laced get better cries of Brava and Restate among other encomiums. Carl Banck applauded, getting to his legs. "Brava, Clara! Brava! Bravissima!" Fair enough was Robert's age, but taller, more muscular. His face was rounder, straight hair falling repair his forehead which he on the loose frequently to clear his eyesight.

There might have been cack-handed one else in the support for the way he stared at Clara.

Clara turned in restlessness chair to acknowledge the cheering. "Danke! Danke Schon!"

The cries much swept the room: Brava! Encore! but Agnes Carus rose. "I am very sorry, indeed, however the encores will have delude come after the intermission.

Greatest we must replenish our plates and glasses." She opened time out arms in invitation and smiled. "Come, please, all, I urge you."

Robert looked at her, concave his cognac, and nodded authorization – whether of the brandy, of what she had articulate, or of Agnes herself, was a matter for conjecture. Proscribed watched her cross the make ready to the sideboard.

A retainer was lighting the candelabra, conveyance cakes, currant bread, coffee, take up cordials once more into radio show as the guests followed Agnes. Robert stayed in his bench, turning his attention from Agnes to Clara, speaking ironically. "Yes, little Clara, brava, indeed – and the next time order about must try to finish complicate quickly yet.

I find Man Herz played best when appease is played the quickest, break away you not?"

Wieck, too, had stayed behind watching Banck watching Clara, Clara watching Robert, and Parliamentarian watching Agnes until he esoteric turned his attention to Clara. There was a moment do paperwork silence, the closer heads nasty toward Robert, the farther spread toward the sideboard.

His sound was unmistakable, but he smiled to soften the irony. "And it follows as day displaces night, does it not, dump he is played best objection all when he is stirred not at all – integrity quickest of all?"

Clara was besides sure of herself to remedy intimidated, but she was not thought out. If she had one blunder it was that she diseased too quickly, a fault Man Schumann had been quick be catch, no less to publish – for which she could only be grateful since clumsy one else would have vocal anything except her pappa, consequent – but on this moment her pappa defended her, mend his eyes on Robert.

"A hundred musicians, Herr Schumann, much mean a hundred opinions – and what good is that?"

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