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Delius As I Knew Him (1981 revised edition) by ERIC FENBY
Faber and Faber Ltd revised UK edition, 1981 |
My friendship with Delius has confirmed in me that things of the spirit are of the first concern: that artistry plus technique –– not too much technique, however, but a little in hand –– are as essential in life as in the arts; that one should do in the arts rather than learn; that faults should be pointed out and corrected after the experience of doing, not explained beforehand; that the people who really count are those who discover new ways of making our lives more beautiful. Frederick Delius was such a man.
The Memoir: Musical genius is a rare quality in human beings, something the majority of us can only fantasize about possessing even if we're fortunate enough to be blessed with a well-tuned ear and a modicum of talent. Even rarer is the opportunity to gain regular unrestricted access to such genius and, rarer still, to dwell side by side with it, both observing and interacting with it on a daily basis. But this was precisely what a twenty-two year old self-taught musician named Eric Fenby was able to do after writing to Frederick Delius in May 1928 and offering the blind and paralysed composer his services as his live-in musical assistant or amanuensis.
Fenby's first contact with Delius was an earlier letter in which he had expressed his enthusiasm for the composer's majestic 1905 choral/orchestral work A Mass of Life. Never expecting to be answered, Fenby was shocked to receive a reply from Delius (dictated to his wife Jelka) a few weeks later, thanking him for his interest. Believing this must be no more than a polite gesture prompted by the fact that he and Delius were fellow Yorkshiremen –– the composer was born in Bradford in 1862 following his family's emigration from Germany, while Fenby himself had been raised in the seaside town of Scarborough after being born there in 1906 –– the young man found himself becoming obsessed with the notion of helping Delius finish the compositions he was unable to finish due to his chronically poor health. 'It chased me like some Hound of Heaven,' Fenby later confessed, 'and I hid from it under any and every excuse I could find; but it was always there, and in the end I could not sleep for it. Finally it conquered me, and, getting up in the middle of the night, I took pen and paper and wrote to Delius offering my help for three or four years.' In October, his offer gratefully accepted, the Scarborough lad was on his way to the small French village of Grez-sur-Loing which, excluding trips home to visit his parents and work as assistant to Delius's greatest champion the conductor Thomas Beecham, would more or less remain his home until 1933.
It was not, of course, all smooth sailing following Fenby's arrival in France. Neither he nor Delius had any conception of how they were going to work together and no way of predicting if their unusual partnership would yield acceptable results. In fact, Fenby's first attempt to take down Delius's musical dictation was little short of disastrous, with the composer later admitting to Jelka that '…[the] boy is no good… he cannot even take down a simple melody.' That Fenby was able to persevere and help his employer compose or complete at least ten major musical works –– including A Song of Summer, the Irmelin prelude and several chamber and vocal pieces –– is a testament both to his great love of Delius's music and his own iron-willed determination.
Delius, whose physical condition had been steadily deteriorating since he'd first been diagnosed with syphilis around 1901, was a demanding, cantankerous, highly opinionated man who ridiculed Fenby's staunch Catholicism and made several unsuccessful attempts to permanently rid his assistant of his religious convictions. Without the praise and encouragement Fenby received from the composer's uncomplaining wife, and Delius's own gestures of generosity such as presenting him with his own gold watch as a token of his appreciation, it's doubtful he would have lasted in Grez-sur-Loing for as long as he did or been capable of assisting Delius to achieve what he did in what is now regarded as being his last 'great' period of composition. While living in the Delius household allowed Fenby to meet and form friendships with some of the most prominent figures in English music –– a list which included the aforementioned conductor Thomas Beecham plus the composers Philip Heseltine, Balfour Gardiner, Edward Elgar and Percy Grainger –– it also took an immense physical and emotional toll on him, resulting in at least one nervous breakdown (which, in his characteristically self-effacing way, he never discusses in his memoir).
JELKA and FREDERICK DELIUS, c 1932 |
The one flaw in Fenby's generally fine book is his own, sometimes awkwardly handled absence from its narrative. His very English reluctance to speak more directly and in greater depth about his own emotional state was probably something he saw as a self-protecting virtue, whereas the reader often wonders how he must have felt when such-and-such an incident occurred or Delius did or said this, that or the other to him. While he can be extremely candid about his employer's failings and equally quick to praise his virtues, he's careful not to delve too deeply into anything that might hint at controversy or cause discomfort to himself, his friends or his readers. The word 'syphilis,' for example, is mentioned only once and only in the notes he prepared for the revised 1981 edition of the book. (The original edition appeared in 1936, two years after the death of Delius.) Still, these are minor quibbles because Delius As I Knew Him remains a valuable record of a life lived uncompromisingly, written with skill and compassion by a man whose selfless generosity was entirely commendable. The book is equally valuable for the kind and sympathetic portrait it paints of Jelka Delius, in many ways the unsung hero of her husband's life whose support and understanding, both spiritual and financial, was what enabled him to become the artist he became and sustained him during his long slide toward a painful, humiliating and, in the end, much welcomed death.
ERIC FENBY and FREDERICK DELIUS, c 1930 |
Fenby was employed by Delius for six years between 1928 and 1934, after which he returned to England where he became assistant to the conductor Sir Thomas Beecham. In 1936 he returned to Yorkshire where he spent three months writing Delius As I Knew Him –– a cathartic task he pursued in total isolation so that his reminiscences could be recorded, he said, as accurately as possible. Following the book's publication later that year –– an event hailed by many as being the catalyst for a long overdue reappraisal of its subject's music –– he accepted an advisory role at the music publishing firm Boosey and Hawkes where he recommended works by the then little known Benjamin Britten and other young British composers including John Ireland and Arthur Benjamin. His friendship with hotelier Tom Laughton, brother of Scarborough-born actor Charles Laughton, led to an invitation from the latter to travel to Hollywood to compose the score for Jamaica Inn, a new Alfred Hitchcock film that Laughton was scheduled to appear in. Fenby's score was singled out for special praise by the critics and it's likely he would have go on to compose the score for Laughton's next film, the iconic The Hunchback of Notre Dame (1939), had World War Two not intervened and called him back to England where he was immediately conscripted into the Royal Artillery. His stint as an artilleryman did not last long, however, once his superiors learned that such a gifted musician was spending his days '…painting white lines on roads.' In 1940 he was transferred to the Army Education Corps and spent the remainder of the war lecturing to the troops on musical subjects, composing military music and scores for army stage productions and training films, and conducting the Southern Command Symphony Orchestra.
Having by now abandoned his adopted Catholic faith, Fenby married vicar's daughter Rowena CT Marshall in 1944 and eventually became the father of a son named Roger and a daughter named Ruth. His return to civilian life in 1945 also saw him return to Yorkshire where, three years later, he founded and served as director of the Music Department of the North Riding Training College, a post he would retain until 1962. That year he was also appointed artistic director of the Delius Centenary Festival being organised in the composer's home city of Bradford, re-establishing a connection between them which had ended, as he saw it, with the publication of his memoir.
Norbeck Peters Ford first US edition, 1936 |
A compilation of Eric Fenby's writings about Delius, which included the manuscripts of many lectures and broadcasts, was collated by his friend Stephen Lloyd and published as Fenby on Delius in 1996.
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Thursday, 3 December 2020
The Write Advice 141: ISAAC BASHEVIS SINGER
In the process of creating them [ie. his dozens of short stories], I have become aware of the many dangers that lurk behind the writer of fiction. The worst of them are: 1) The idea that the writer must be a sociologist and a politician, adjusting himself to what are called social dialectics. 2) Greed for money and quick recognition. 3) Forced originality –– namely, the illusion that pretentious innovations in style, and playing with artificial symbols can express the basic and ever-changing nature of human relations, or reflect the combinations and complications of heredity and environment. These verbal pitfalls of so-called 'experimental' writing have done damage even to genuine talent; they have destroyed much of modern poetry by making it obscure, esoteric, and charmless. Imagination is one thing, and the distortion of what Spinoza called 'the order of things' is something else entirely. Literature can very well describe the absurd, but it should never become absurd itself.
Although the short story is not in vogue nowadays, I still believe that it constitutes the utmost challenge to the creative writer. Unlike the novel, which can absorb and even forgive lengthy digressions, flashbacks, and loose construction, the short story must aim directly at its climax. It must possess uninterrupted tension and suspense. Also, brevity is its very essence. The short story must have a definite plan; it cannot be what in literary jargon is called 'a slice of life.' The masters of the short story, Chekhov, Maupassant, as well as the sublime scribe of the Joseph story in the Book of Genesis, knew exactly where they were going. One can read them over and over again and never get bored. Fiction in general should never become analytic. As a matter of fact, the writer of fiction should not even try to dabble in psychology and its various 'isms.' Genuine literature informs while it entertains. It manages to be both clear and profound. It has the magical power of merging causality with purpose, doubt with faith, the passions of the flesh with the yearnings of the soul. It is unique and general, national and universal, realistic and mystical. While it tolerates commentary by others, it should never try to explain itself. These obvious truths must be emphasized, because false criticism and pseudo-originality have created a state of literary amnesia in our generation. The zeal for messages has made many writers forget that storytelling is the raison d'être of artistic prose.
Introduction to The Collected Stories (1982)
Use the link below to visit the website of Polish-born North American Yiddish writer ISAAC BASHEVIS SINGER (1902–1991):
https://www.bashevissinger.com/
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