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- <text id=94TT1424>
- <title>
- Oct. 17, 1994: Books:Ultimate American in Paris
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- <history>
- TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1994
- Oct. 17, 1994 Sex in America
- </history>
- <article>
- <source>Time Magazine</source>
- <hdr>
- ARTS & MEDIA/BOOKS, Page 81
- Ultimate American in Paris
- </hdr>
- <body>
- <p> Composer Ned Rorem writes a worldy, catty autibiography
- </p>
- <p>By Charles Michener
- </p>
- <p> The best memoirs tell us not only where and with whom the author
- has spent his time in the past but also what kind of person
- he has become in the process. On the first count, Ned Rorem's
- Knowing When to Stop (Simon & Schuster; 607 pages; $30) is the
- scintillating chronicle of how a gifted, remarkable, good-looking
- young man from the Midwest grew into a leading American composer,
- one of our finest craftsmen of art songs. On the second count,
- the book is profoundly exasperating.
- </p>
- <p> Describing his Quaker parents and Chicago boyhood, Rorem vividly
- evokes a vanished time when certain American middle-class families
- combined strong moral convictions with cultural avidity and
- a surprising broadmindedness. In the budding composer, these
- tendencies took more extreme forms than were typical: he was
- a lifelong pacifist, revealed a precocious appreciation of modern
- music (Stravinsky) and poetry (T.S. Eliot), and--beginning
- at age 14--fearlessly cruised the local park for anonymous
- sex with men.
- </p>
- <p> A scholarship to the Curtis Institute of Music in Philadelphia
- gave Rorem entry into the company of the other wunderkinder
- and their mentors who, from the 1940s on, would do much to define
- what serious American music was all about: Aaron Copland, Leonard
- Bernstein, Virgil Thomson, Marc Blitzstein, Lukas Foss, Samuel
- Barber, John Cage. Rorem's feelings of admiration, doubt, jealousy
- and gratefulness for these figures inspire the sharpest sketches
- in a book crammed with sharp sketches. On two composers who
- straddled the concert stage and Broadway: "Lenny Bernstein would
- never have been quite what he was without the firm example of
- Marc Blitzstein, yet there's nothing Marc did that Lenny couldn't
- do better." On Cage: "What a fake! Yes, but a fake what?"
- </p>
- <p> Like most other artistically inclined young men of the time,
- Rorem felt the call of postwar Europe. An ardent Francophile,
- he became an American in Paris par excellence, finding still
- headier mentors in the likes of Jean Cocteau, Nadia Boulanger,
- Francis Poulenc and Marie-Laure de Noailles, the legendary patroness
- of the avant-garde.Rorem never misses the opportunity to tell
- us whom he slept with--and whom he didn't. (Cocteau belongs
- in the small, latter category.)
- </p>
- <p> The saga ends in 1951, by which time the young artist has, more
- or less, come of age. He had one hell of a time getting there--and the reader has had a hell of a time too, swept along
- by the potent names, the glamorous and seedy settings, and Rorem's
- gift for the sometimes penetrating, some-times facile bon mot.
- (Debunking originality in art: "Anyone can build a better mousetrap,
- but it still snares the same old mice.")
- </p>
- <p> Still, one leaves this rich meal feeling curiously empty. The
- reason may be that Rorem has been voluble about every facet
- of his life except whom and what he really cares about. Explaining
- why he felt his protege was "not a dependable critic," Virgil
- Thomson once said of Rorem, "His egocentricity gets in the way.
- It prevents his seriously liking or hating anything." Rorem
- quotes this remark, along with others even less flattering about
- himself. It's a gutsy thing to do, but it only points to a terrible
- void.
- </p>
- </body>
- </article>
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