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Tuesday, March 16, 1999
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A Wondrous Violinist Who Was a True Citizen of the World;
Appreciation: Menuhin touched many with his grace, and his
influence will likely reach into the next century.;
By: MARK SWED
TIMES MUSIC CRITIC
In 1976, Yehudi Menuhin wrote a memoir entitled "Unfinished
Journey." In 1996, he updated the book with "Unfinished Journey:
Twenty Years Later." On Friday, Yehudi Menuhin--the violinist who
inspired everyone from amateur violinist Albert Einstein to world
leaders, and who was revered by musicians and audiences the world over
for close to eight decades--finished his journey.
That journey was a spiritual quest, and it, more than his
greatness as a violinist, will, I suspect, keep him a force into the
next century and beyond. He was, at his best, a wondrous musician, the
kind who could appear touched by grace and transport a responsive
listener into a sense of sharing that grace.
Still, he was not the century's greatest violinist. No one person
has been. He played second fiddle to Heifetz's superhuman control, to
Szigeti's striking originality as an interpreter, to Kreisler's
melting tone. But no matter.
Menuhin was something else. He was one of the world's best
people.
Music, because it is primarily nonrepresentational and
non-narrative, can present us with terrible moral dilemmas.
Bad men and bad occasions have produced very good music. We
embrace little art from Nazi Germany today except its music, be it
wartime recordings of transportive German performances of Beethoven's
Ninth Symphony performed before audiences of rapt uniformed SS
agents or the musical public's forgiveness of such Nazi collaborators
as Karajan or Richard Strauss.
With Menuhin we have no problem. George Steiner has called him
"probably the most widely loved personality in the history of the
performing arts." And it was with a near-saintly demeanor that Menuhin
traveled his long journey that began with performances as a 7-year-old
in short pants in San Francisco and continued right up to the end. He
was 82 when he died Friday of heart failure in Berlin, where he had
been scheduled to conduct.
He wasn't, of course, a saint, nor could he possibly ever be
canonized. His name, given by his famously prepossessing mother in
response to an anti-Semitic remark from a landlord, means Jew in
Hebrew.
Menuhin, in fact, was a direct descendant of Russian rabbis who
created the mystical Hasidic sect of Judaism. And, in a recent book,
"Fat Man on the Left: Four Decades in the Underground," Los Angeles
writer Lionel Rolfe, who is Menuhin's nephew, describes the violinist
as a kind of latter-day musical Bal Shem, the 18th century Russian
Hasidic prophet and gentle man who existed as a serene presence in
turbulent times.
The Bal Shem's specialty was to create an ecstatic state of mind
called Hitlahavut. "Through Hitlahavut," Rolfe writes, "the Messiah
will be persuaded to come. Hitlahavut unites man with God in the
wondrous state of concentration where even the most oft-repeated
actions become fresh again."
That may also be the best description of Menuhin's playing that I
have yet encountered, and it also tells us something about his utopian
dreams. Those dreams began early. He writes that as a child he
believed "that peace might be visited upon the Earth if I could
only play the Bach Chaconne well-enough in the Sistine Chapel." It was
with a childish high mind he began making music, and he never lost
those high ideals, which could be endearing, inspiring and
irritating.
Menuhin tested humanity and himself. During World War II, he played
before thousands of soldiers, looking deeply into the eyes of men he
knew were about to die and attempting, like a mystical rabbi, to give
them a final ecstasy to take into battle. At the other extreme, he
played for concentration camp survivors at Belsen, trying to stir the
ecstasy that had been drained from them. He then became the first Jew
to play after the war with the Berlin Philharmonic, under Wilhelm
Furtwangler, even though that meant death threats when he played in
Israel.
For Menuhin, world peace meant world peace--it meant letting go of
ego. As a consequence, the descendant of Hasidic rabbis and the man
whose name meant Jew felt comfortable in all religions and considered
himself a citizen of the world. Although devoted to Israel and
the son of a Zionist, he defied the Jewish state time and again by
promoting the Palestinian cause. He was as drawn to India--with its
musicians and holy men--as he was to his estate in London. He was
made a British lord in 1993, but was also a defiant one, designing a
coat of arms that includes a violin string, a round-wheeled Gypsy flag
and a seven-branched Jewish candelabrum, which now sits in the House
of Lords.
Much has been made of what a peculiar character Menuhin was. He
was shielded by important women in his life--his mother, who lived to
be 100, his two musician sisters and his second wife, Diana. Rolfe,
who's book "The Menuhins: A Family Odyssey" inspired a controversial
television documentary about the dysfunctional family, writes in his
latest book about the difficulty of having a revered genius for an
uncle. Menuhin, who tirelessly supported good causes, could seem
insensitive to the world next to him.
But his vision was large. It encompassed much in music, including his
famous collaborations with Ravi Shankar and Stephane Grappelli. It was
greater than a problem bow arm that caused his sound to get ever more
raw over the years. He could sound false notes on the fiddle and in
his life. Even so, he strove to make the world better through music,
and you could hear it in his playing, the heavenly innocent playing of
the young man or the profoundly insightful if raspy sound of the
old man. And you can hear it in the echo of a journey that could never
truly be finished. It was a path, not an end point, that he
illuminated.