Sunday, December 1, 2024

‘I cannot play that, my dear lady! I am your most devoted servant but I cannot. That is not music – believe me! ... this is chaos! This is demagogy, blasphemy, insanity, madness! It is a perfumed fog, shot through with lightning! It is the end of all honesty in art. I will not play it.’

Edmund Pfühl, organist in Buddenbrooks, by Thomas Mann, refusing to play Wagner's Tristan and Isolde. 


2 comments:

  1. "A perfumed fog, shot through with lightning!" That's the pull quote for the poster!

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  2. I actually used that line as a sample various times in review s back in the day - sometimes the full line, sometimes just "perfumed fog".

    I don't think I ever knew where it came from precisely. Not until I saw it the other day in a book. Must have been quoted or allusively interpolated by somebody else. I thought "I'm having that" and stored it away

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