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From My Life, the autobiography of the famed music critic Eduard Hanslick, appeared toward the end of his life, in 1894, when it went through three printings. It was republished in 1911, and again, more recently, in 1987, by Bärenreiter, and in 2011, by Taschenbuch. Born in Prague, Hanslick studied piano with Tomaschek, and though, like other compatriots and contemporaries, he studied law and became a government functionary, he went on to become the most noted and honored music critic in nineteenth-century Vienna, making his mark with his relatively brief disquisition On the Musically Beautiful, first issued in 1854. In the Brahms-Wagner controversy, he was on the side of the former, and was the target of Wagner’s vicious anti-semitism, even though he had been among the first to champion Wagner’s work in Vienna. His long and informative autobiography has never appeared in complete translation to English or any other language.
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The novels of Imperial Berlin, a rich repository of social discourse about the simultaneous experiences of nationhood and modernity in Imperial Germany, reveal distinct historical and cultural obstacles impeding authors' attempts to envision a humane, modern German identity.
Published in 1897, these are the illustrated memoirs of Mathilde Marchesi (1821-1913), the German mezzo-soprano and celebrated singing teacher.
Professor Williams focuses on the classical period of German literature and theatre, when Shakespeare's plays were first staged in Germany in a relatively complete form, and when they had a potent influence on the writings of German drama and dramatic criticism.
In the old doctor's bedroom, a cheerful fire was flickering. He himself still lay a-bed, quite penetrated by the delightful sensation of a man who knows his life's work is completed. When one has been sitting half a century through, for twelve long hours every day, in the rumbling conveyance of a country doctor, thumped and bumped along over stones and lumps of clay, one may now and again lie in bed till daylight, especially when one knows one's work is safe in younger hands. He stretched and straightened his stiff old limbs, and once more buried in the pillows his weather-beaten, yellowish-grey face, covered with white stubble like granite with Iceland moss. But habit, that austere mistress...