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- Nov. 20, 1989: Vladimir Horowitz:1904-1989
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- TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1989
- Nov. 20, 1989 Freedom!
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- <source>Time Magazine</source>
- <hdr>
- MILESTONES, Page 120
- Lord of All He Surveyed
- Vladimir Horowitz: 1904-1989
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- <body>
- <p> There was magic in the hands of Vladimir Horowitz. A
- reverent hush fell over the audience when the century's most
- dazzling pianist sat down at the keyboard. Impatiently, he would
- adjust the bench, mop his brow and raise his arms over the
- keyboard, as if in silent benediction. And then came the music:
- Scarlatti, Mozart, Chopin, Liszt, Scriabin, Rachmaninoff. The
- imperious, flashing fingers commanded their 88-key realm as
- surely as any absolute monarch, with a unique combination of
- regal virtuosity and impish high spirits. When Horowitz died
- last week at age 85, music's last romantic slipped into history.
- </p>
- <p> Reasonable people could argue over the fine points of
- Horowitz's playing, but none could deny its sheer elemental
- force. Horowitz was no intellectual, like Artur Schnabel, no
- well-rounded man of the world, like Arthur Rubinstein. In many
- ways, he was like a child--selfish, willful, demanding--and
- his playing reflected these personal qualities. When he
- performed the Chopin Polonaise in A-flat, he played with, rather
- than played, it. Horowitz began the famous middle section
- cautiously, as if he were a rank beginner terrified by the
- technical challenge to come; suddenly the piano would erupt in
- a shower of chords and a driving rain of left-hand octaves that
- sent every other pianist scurrying for cover. "You see," his
- playing said, "I can do anything I want." And he could.
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- <p> Horowitz was born in Kiev, of a prosperous Jewish family;
- his father Samuel was an engineer. Like most great pianists,
- Horowitz was a prodigy, and after the Bolshevik Revolution, he
- quickly earned a reputation as one of the new Soviet Union's
- brightest pianistic hopes. But, using a six-month visa for study
- in Germany as a pretext, Horowitz fled his country in 1926, his
- shoes stuffed with American dollars, his soul loaded with
- dreams.
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- <p> Those dreams came true. In 1928 he made perhaps the most
- spectacular New York debut in history, when, impatient with the
- conductor's slow tempo, he ran away from Sir Thomas Beecham in
- the finale of the Tchaikovsky Piano Concerto No. 1 in B-flat
- minor, finishing several bars ahead in the music and even
- farther ahead in popular esteem.
- </p>
- <p> In 1933 the dashing young firebrand married maestro Arturo
- Toscanini's daughter Wanda, wedding the two most famous names
- in American concert life. In 1965, after twelve years of
- retirement during which he recorded but did not play in public,
- Horowitz abruptly reconquered Carnegie Hall in a triumphant
- return. He was the king, and his crown would neither be wrested
- away nor passed on.
- </p>
- <p> The public man, however, masked a complex personality.
- Horowitz's eccentricities--he would eat almost nothing but
- Dover sole, perform only at 4 p.m., teach his few students while
- lying prone on the floor and stay up far into the night watching
- B movies on his videocassette recorder--were legendary. His
- marriage was stormy, with periods of separation. His only child
- Sonia was emotionally unstable; she died in 1974 after a car
- accident.
- </p>
- <p> In the last decade of his life, Horowitz seemed content to
- live quietly in his New York City town house. Yet the old wizard
- had one last trick left: in 1986 he returned to the Soviet Union
- for a pair of concerts in Moscow and Leningrad that, more than
- any other single event, heralded for Westerners the arrival of
- glasnost. In Moscow music students stormed the hall, pushed past
- guards and crouched, weeping, on the floor. Around the world,
- people sat transfixed before their television sets as the A-flat
- Polonaise thundered out anew. And on the stage, there was the
- old man, mopping his brow and puckishly winking to the end. "I
- can do anything I want," his playing said. And he still could.
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