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The stirring memoir of one of the greatest pianists of the postwar era--an inspiring tale of triumph over crippling incapacity that rivals Shine. The pianist Leonnbsp; Fleisher--whose student-teacher lineage linked him to Beethoven by way of his instructor, Artur Schnabel--displayed an exceptional gift from his earliest years. And then, like the hero of a Greek tragedy, he was struck down in his prime: at thirty-six years old, he suddenly and mysteriously became unable to use two fingers of his right hand. It is not just Fleisher's thirty-year search for a cure that drives this remarkable memoir. With his coauthor, celebrated music critic Anne Midgette, the pianist explores the depression that engulfed him as his condition worsened and, perhaps most powerfully of all, the sheer love of music that rescued him from complete self-destruction. Miraculously, at the age of sixty-six, Fleisher was diagnosed with focal dystonia, and cured by experimental Botox injections. In 2003, he returned to Carnegie Hall to give his first two-handed recital in over three decades, bringing down the house. Sad, reflective, but ultimately triumphant, My Nine Lives combines the glamour, pathos, and courage of Fleisher's life with real musical and intellectual substance. Fleisher embodies the resilience of the human spirit, and his memoir proves that true passion always finds a way.… (more)
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This book is a wonderful resource for students of music, particularly classical. His discussion of his experience learning from great teachers and, later, becoming a great teacher himself, is pretty much unparalleled. I really admire his (and his co-writer's, who really knows how much of this is her writing) ability to put musical expression into language in a way that makes sense to the reader. I've never been able to do that.
One of the best observations he made about music was in a little lecture about emotion and music. He pointed out that students usually come to him thinking that emotion is something they have to put into the music. His take is that the emotion has to come through you, from the music. Otherwise, you sound more sentimental and melodramatic than really truly emotional. This is so true and as a music appreciator I have heard so many musicians that I think really "overdo" music that is already designed to sound emotional, e.g., Brahms or Schubert.
Fleisher lost the use of his right hand at the height of his career and spent the next several decades of his life trying to fix this - looking at all sorts of medical/psychological/alternative explanations and "cures" that had very little overall impact. Although he never gave up on trying to cure his hand, and eventually has somewhat healed it through a combination of Rolfing and Botox injections, he also discovered a left-handed repertoire and threw himself into teaching/conduction/music administration (he was the artistic director at Tanglewood for several years). Thus the title of the book.
The highlights of the book are his "master classes" where he discusses individual piano pieces, mostly concerti:
-Brahms Concerto #1
-Beethoven Concerto #4
-Ravel Concerto for the Left Hand
-Mozart Concerto #25
-Schubert Sonata in B flat major
Astounding to read about these wonderful pieces in this way. I need to re-read all of these sections while listening to the music. Unfortunately I read this book while I was at my father's house and he is not a fan of the Romantics. :) If only he had included some Bach in there.
I am sending this book on to my musician sister who currently plays violin for the Cleveland Orchestra and she will send it on to my mother, the original Fleisher fan extraordinaire. This book will be treasured by my whole family.
Some of the reviewers here mention the way he discusses his personal life. This was the most difficult thing in the book for me. He definitely fessed up to his limitations and unkindnesses but it was still disturbing for me to read about. I'm female and it is hard for me to read about the way he and others of his generation treated women and went through them. Even though lots of these women were professional musicians as well and presumably can tell their own stories, I felt they were glossed over in the book so much. I particuarly noticed that the first wife just disappeared from the book and I sort of wanted to know what she did with her life after he moved on to the woman he was having an affair with (he describes this really blatant behavior and how much it was upsetting for his first wife in a clinical sort of tone, but then the first wife just disappears entirely, and is not even mentioned when he discusses their children). He calls his kids "opus one" (from his first marriage) and "opus two" (from the second marriage). My taking this sort of thing personally is not really a critique of the book, nor is it a critique of Fleisher as a musician, only as a spouse. Of course he learned and improved as he went along, as we all do, and he is very open about it all, which is commendable.
I believe this memoir would be a wonderful gift for any musician, particularly a classical musician, and I believe it is an inspiring tale of a person who never stopped trying to fulfill his destiny as an incredibly talented pianist.
As autobiography, the story is competently told. Honestly, Fleisher doesn't come across as an entirely sympathetic character, but his honesty with his readers is a redeeming quality. Child prodigy, promising career, injury, destroying relationships, second career, redemption in both the professional and personal realms --- all the elements are there of the classic narrative arc. Yet somehow the way the story is told doesn't live up to the material.
As raconteur, Fleisher is a mensch. Everyone but himself comes out looking good. The anecdotes are consistently interesting, at times charming, often enlightening, but never mean-spirited.
As teacher, however, Fleisher shows his strengths. Several times while reading this book, I suddenly understood things about specific pieces or about performance techniques that I had never even thought of as issues. His explanation for why left-hand-only piano pieces can be written, but right-hand-only cannot, for example, was elegant and profound. His excursis on Mozart's piano concerto No. 25 (K. 503) is a clear, concise manifesto not just on how to perform but on how to listen.
This is a fine book with many things to recommend it. If you're looking for Fleisher's life story, this is probably as good as any place to start. If you're looking for Fleisher's musicianship, you will be well rewarded for the time you spend with this book.
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Around 1963, Fleisher began to notice some muscle problems in his right hand. By 1964 he had to cease playing publicly as his the right fingers of this hand were curling under rather permananetly. But he continued to practice in private, which may have hurt his problem. He sought out many types of cures, but none came. He began to discover the left had repertoire for the piano, developed an ability to conduct orchestras, and continued to teach. Of the latter, he was very fond. His first marriage did end up in divorce, but seems to have a good relationship with his children.
He eventually found a doctor who thought that botox injections might work. This, coupled with a rolfing therapist, led to his being able to regain the use of his right hand, even though he is not really cured of the dystonia. By now, he was age 66, but his life had developed truly redemptive swaths, and the story is worth reading.
I particularly enjoyed looking at the photgraphs in the book. They were well chosen, and show his life and the musicians around him (Eugene Istomin, Gary Graffman, and many others). Another treat of the book is his short chapters delving into certain music compositions that were touchstones for him, Brahms' First Piano Concerto, Beethoven's Fourth Piano Concerto, Ravel's Concerto for the Left Hand, Mozart's Piano Concerto # 25, and Schubert's B-flat Major Sonata.
Fleisher describes his life in terms of his music. The most fascinating aspect to me was his descriptions of major figures in the world of music including Artur Schnabel, Gary Graffman, George Szell, Leonard Bernstein, Gunther Schuller, Andre Watts and many, many others. He also goes into detail about his disease, the 30 year quest for a treatment and how his concert career changed in those years. He became noted for playing concerts from the left hand repertoire.
In an easy writing style, Fleisher outlines these events and makes it interesting to the reader who need not be a pianist. But for those of us who play piano, he includes chapters of what he calls master classes on 5 works in his repertoire. These were far too brief; I felt he had so much more to say on these pieces. He has written some comments in various booklets accompanying CDs but I think that his live concerts and recordings probably say more than the written word ever could.
If you want to understand classical music and the place of the performer in this world, this book is for you.
A well written, welcoming book. He doesn't talk over anyone. Thank you, Leon Fleisher, for telling your story.
My Nine Lives is absorbing and well-written (with the help of Ann Midgette, a classical music and theater critic). Its greatest strength is the inclusion of sections titled “Master Class”, in which particular pieces of music are discussed in some detail. There is also a useful discography of Fleisher’s recordings, a listing of musical works composed for Fleisher, and a nice selection of photographs. Highly recommended if you enjoy classical music, whether you’re familiar with Fleisher or not, and even if you are relatively ignorant of music, but “know what you like”.
The book was interesting to me because I enjoy classical music; however, I have to admit I did not recognize the vast majority of names of outstanding classical artists of the 1940's and 50's. Also, there was a fair amount of rather technical description of music which only trained musicians would find meaningful. To read descriptions of music is kind of like "watching" a parade on the radio or having someone narrate a fireworks display you couldn't see. Just doesn't work for me.
Pianist Leon Fleisher's autobiography falls under this last category. I like classical music, and I do like pianists. Fleisher is an old-timer from my parent's generation, and I always thought of him as a historical figure. The first thing that surprised me was (1) that he is still alive and (2) the climax of his career actually occurred when I should have been paying closer attention (and might have if I was aware of #1). Leon Fleisher was a name I knew from radio and from Music Choice on cable TV. I'm sure I have some of his recordings in my own collection. But I admit I didn't know much about him personally.
So what could possibly be so fascinating about the life of a classical music pianist? For starters, the people Fleisher has worked with since he was a child prodigy in the 1930's are a Who's Who of Classical Music in the recorded era. Hearing his stories about studying under Artur Schnabel, or playing with the Cleveland Orchestra's legendary conductor George Szell certainly caught my attention. So does his anecdotes involving relationships with Leonard ("Lenny") Bernstein, Boston Symphony relic Seiji Ozawa, and his former page-turner, Daniel ("Danny") Barenboim. This alone would have made for an entertaining enough read for fans of classical music history. But there was also his personal life -- three times married, the first two yielding offspring who turned out pretty damn well considering he was never much of a dad. And that was another thing that was refreshing -- in an industry renown for primadonnas, Fleisher was brutally honest when it came to describing his own character and flaws. He doesn't ask for forgiveness, he is proud of how they turned out in spite of his lack of parenting skill.
The most interesting part of Flesher's story, however, and what makes him a sympathetic figure was the repetitive-stress disorder he came down with in the prime of his career; at a time when such things were not yet part of the medical lexicon. Two fingers on his right hand curled and locked, making two-handed piano playing impossible. For the next 35 years, Fleisher was afflicted with a condition that defied all treatment.
After an initial period of depression, Fleisher devoted his musical talent to other endeavors, including teaching and conducting. He became well accomplished in both, and then discovered a whole repertoire of pieces written for only the left hand. Fleisher augmented his career by performing such pieces, but always considered it someone of a gimmick. His dream remained to find a cure and perform two handed once again, something he managed well into his 60's thanks to Botox therapy.
Throughout the book, Fleisher takes us on musical interludes, describing in detail an artists perspective on pieces by the likes of Brahms, Beethoven and Mozart. Fleisher was a talent from childhood -- but unlike many savants who have talent but don't reflect on it, Fleisher is passionate about the interpretation of music and considers it the musician's responsibility to do full credit to the composer's intentions. Years of watching supremely talented athletes with no concept of the history or traditions of their trade has sort of jaded me when it comes to top-level performers. It is refreshing to hear that Fleisher (and his colleagues) work as hard as they do to achieve such amazing results.
My Nine Lives stands as an interesting story in its own right, emotional, passionate, tragic and triumphant -- themes anyone can identify with. If you're also a fan of classical music, then this should be on your required reading list.
Leon Fleisher, thankfully, still lives on at age 82. This book is the story of his life in music; a story full of tragedy and loss, but also of renewal and inspiration. More than just an intriguing memoir, this book tells us much about the power and meaning of music.
Fleisher was a child prodigy who studied under the great Artur Schnabel. By his early adulthood, Fleisher was a widely known and highly regarded concert pianist who played with the great symphonies and was building a catalog of recorded works. At the height of his prime he was struck suddenly with a mysterious debilitating neurological condition that curled two fingers on his right hand up toward his palm. For a pianist the essential tools of his craft are his hands and feet (and ears). For such a consummate performing artist to be deprived of the use of his right hand seems incredibly cruel, on a level with Beethoven's hearing loss.
Fleisher sought all manner of treatments for his condition (some fairly whacky, but who could blame him), all to no avail. For over thirty years he held out hope that his hand would recover. Although no longer able to perform as he had, Fleisher moved in new directions that ultimately have had more impact on the musical world than if he had been spared his disability. He learned a repertoire of works written for the left hand (surprisingly large) and performed these across the world. He became a teacher, a conductor, a composer, and a mover and shaker on the musical scene. (He was artistic director at Tanglewood for many years.)
After more that thirty years without the use of his right hand on the keyboard, Fleisher found some treatments that vastly improved his condition. Combining "rolfing" techniques with periodic botox injections has restored his dexterity to the pointy where he again performs two-handed works.
On just this level his story would be remarkable, but the real power of this book lies in how his life emblemizes the power, passion and deep meaning of music. His insights into music draw us into the complexity and richness of the great musical works. His life's work, even through the tragedy of his loss, reminds us that truly appreciating and realizing the wonder of music is far from the technical aspects of hands and feet; it is the heart and mind that are most important.
The book has several sections that delve into specific works. Labeled "master classes" he gives us his understanding of the works. He has a great faculty for expressing in words the sublime elements of his favorite pieces. I wish he had given us more of this in the book. One can see how effective a teacher he must be. The afterword of the book references a website of the publisher where you can hear snippets of his performances of many of the works mentioned in the book. This is recommended.
But, more than that, this is a story about classical music and how important it is in Fleisher’s life. I loved the master class sections and his resplendent interpretations of specific musical works and passages. The excitement in his voice came through loud and clear as he delighted in a new concept or a new way of hearing a particular piece. It made me want to run out and buy a CD of his Brahms and Beethoven concerti, along with Piano Works for the Left Hand, which I don’t recall hearing before.
In my opinion, knowledge of and appreciation for classical music will greatly enhance the reader’s enjoyment of this book.
Leon Fleisher is one of the great pianist/musicians that has made a difference. His performances, his teaching, his
This is a well written book: his collaboration with Anne Midgette served his book well. The authors flavored the book with five chapters entitled, "Master Class," that explored Fleisher's deep understanding of specific compositions by Brahms, Beethoven, Ravel, Mozart, and Shubert. These "mini-chapters" are fascinating: I've listened to the works explored with his exposition in hand and my appreciation has been enhanced. I intent to repeat the process and enrich my experience still more.
The book is candid: Fleisher did not live his life as an angel. He acknowledged his pursuit of women and his infidelities in two marriages. He revealed his failings as a father and his regrets. However, the book is also an in depth exploration of his musical life. Fleisher associated with great pianists, conductors, and composers and tells charming stories about his experiences. He also reveals his deep admiration for most of them. He "dishes" only on his later experiences with Sejie Ozawa who, according to Fleisher, misused his associations at Tanglewood.
This is a "good read." I recommend it to anyone interested in classical music, in performers, in honest, well written autobiography.
Fleisher also confronts his own infidelities and breakup of his first two marriages, though not in gruesome detail. This is the second pianist's autobiography I have read, the first being Rubinstein's "My Young Years", which although a superior book to this one, didn't provide nearly as many details about Rubinstein's approach to certain pieces.
Highly recommended--although it could use an index to make it easier to find specific comments again.
Least appealing is Fleisher's descriptions of his family life. It is clear that music is primary to him and that people come a distant second. I have a hard time fully enjoying a book in which the 'hero' can toss off 2 marriages and 5 children with little chagrin, even when admitting that his own infidelity is to blame. He sadly lives up to the stereotype of the musician with the wandering eye.
While sometimes clunky or awkward, this book is a fast and engaging read.
The memoir details that life-changing injury and Fleisher’s attempts to cope, as well as his three marriages, five children, and countless musician friends and colleagues. It is an informative, if not inspiring, read. The writing is low key and personal, as if Fleisher were sitting next to you, talking about his life. An added benefit for musicians are several “master classes” of important pieces of piano literature, in which Fleisher gives his personal views on interpretation.
It was a good book and fast to read, an interesting look at a music filled-life. Maybe not always the way he imagined, but music inspired and enjoyed all the same.
I won this on the giveaway section and received it in the mail today. Thank you Random House and Leon Fleisher for this experience. I'm going to give this to my children's piano teacher to enjoy next.(
In detailing his training and early career, Fleisher gives the reader an enticing glance into the world of a concert pianist. Practicing, camaraderie with other musicians, competitions, travelling , and performing compete with personal relationships . Spouses and children play second fiddle to the rigors of career. Fleisher presents us with the other side of fame in the classical music world. With refreshing frankness, he reveals the extra marital relationships and the faults that doomed his first two marriages, and shows us the remarkable personal growth that enabled him to succeed at a third marriage and to forge a closeness with children he had little time for in his earlier years.
At age thirty six, the right hand that helped vaunt him to dazzling success betrayed him. After years of practicing six to seven hours a day, Fleisher began to help a ‘sense of laziness’ in his index finger. Wrestling with a patio table resulted in slicing a bit of flesh out of his right thumb. Instead of tightening up while working, the muscles in his forearm seemed flabby. Finally, the last two fingers curled in to the palm. Consultations with doctors proved futile, and Fleisher scrambled to support his ex-wife and children with multiplying his career in music to embrace conducting, more teaching, and performing the left-handed repertoire for piano. He never gave up, and thirty years later, a combination of botox injections and rolfing restored his right hand. His story is inspiring for others with diseases or injuries. He does not white wash his behavior. He lets us hear his frustration, his inability to hold it in, his despair and anger.
Along the way we meet many legendary figures of classical music in the mid to late 20th century—Leonard Bernstein, George Szell, Zubin Mehta, Rudolf Serkin, Gary Graffman, and Jaime Laredo. They leap off the pages with at least some of their warts as well as their strengths.
For those who play or listen to piano masterworks, Fleisher includes several master classes that will enhance your enjoyment. Four of the five master classes are well known piano concertos, like the Brahms first or the Beethoven fourth, but the last is a work that gives us insight in Franz Schubert’s mind a few months before his death. Fleisher’s discussion of the B flat major sonata converys the ethereal, spiritual quality of this work, completed only about two months before Schubert died at age 31 of syphilis.
Fleisher took on the difficulties and succeeded despite the odds. The book is a masterpiece. It inspires and elevates as wells as it entertains. If you read only one biography this year, make it this one!
Fleisher begins his story with his childhood as a piano prodigy. He studied with Artur Schnabel in Italy and then in New York, and went on to win piano competitions and a successful career as a concerto soloist. At 36, the 4th and 5th fingers on his right hand began to have problems that would affect his playing for most of the rest of his life. Fleisher learned to deal with the loss, all the while searching for cures, and went on to new experiences in conducting, teaching, and performing left-hand repertoire, before eventually regaining much of the use of his right hand in his 60's.
A particular highlight are the "Master Classes," and other passages where Fleisher describes specific works that are important to him and played a central role in his musical development. For me, these sections are a perfect springboard for diving into some listening that I may not have had occasion to focus on before, such as the Brahms piano concerto #1, or the Beethoven piano concertos.
Fleisher is not a perfect man, but his story is ultimately one of triumph. He worked hard, felt deeply, and didn't give up. And though it seemed that his life's work might be taken from him, he continued to create, to inspire, and to grow.