By Matias Travieso-Diaz
1782
Rudolf Von Flüstervogel (“Rudi”)
played the viola well but lacked stage presence: he caught nobody’s attention
with his shy looks and his gray fishhook of a body. People kept meeting and
forgetting Rudi time after time.
Rudi barely scratched a living
teaching the viola to the children of the aristocracy. He had married Elise, a
peasant woman who had given him two average children, a girl named Hanna and a
sickly boy, Kurt. Elise complemented Rudi perfectly, for she was lively and resourceful,
and her hard work kept the household together.
Rudi’s life centered on a passion
for composing, and there lay his worst disappointment. Rudi had penned a few
soporific works, all featuring the viola as a solo instrument or in a chamber
ensemble. None had ever been performed.
In late 1781, Rudi made an effort
to break into the Mannheim Orchestra’s ranks. He started a new composition: a
duo for violin and viola. The idea for such a work came from his friendship
with Carl Toeschi, the former concertmaster of the Orchestra, who had moved to
Munich to join the service of the Duke of Bavaria. Rudi was hoping to convince
Toeschi to play the duo with him and parlay the success of the premiere into an
invitation to join the Mannheim Orchestra.
Early 1783
As months passed, Rudi composed a
traditional first movement, an Allegro in which he strove to provide
interesting dialogues between the two instruments. A forgettable Andante
Cantabile followed.
And then his meager inspiration hit
a wall. He did not know how to end the piece. He started losing sleep and
became distracted.
“I worry about you” commented
Elise.
“I’ll never rest until I get this
piece completed,” he bemoaned.
“Let’s hope something can be done
about it,” replied Elise with concern.
One afternoon Rudi was on his
knees, seeking divine inspiration, when he felt faint. The ground melted away
and he fell into a cavity filled with a warm, viscous liquid that enveloped
him. He wished he could stay there forever, and never come out.
Then a deep voice resounded,
seemingly coming from far away: “You are a coward and deserve your miserable
life. If your meager talent fails you, you must comb the world for a source to
complete your music! Get up and find
help!!”
Rudi came to and found himself
lying on the floor of the room, aching and stiff. His mind had cleared up, and
a new idea nested within. He would compose a theme and variations to end his
duo; the variations would allow him and the violinist to perform virtuoso
passages to entrance the audience. All he needed to do was write it.
Late 1783
By October he had a movement
comprising a theme and six variations, each with a different character, plus a
coda that brought the theme back transformed into a lively dance. He hoped the
work would be well received.
He transcribed a copy of the duo
and sent it by post to Toeschi in Munich. The response was enthusiastic.
Toeschi undertook to send the draft to Christian Cannabich, his successor as
concertmaster at the Mannheim Orchestra and now its director; he recommended
that Rudi meet with Cannabich and secure a date for the premiere of the work.
It was November before Rudi was
able to see Cannabich, who had studied the manuscript of the duo and liked the
work. Nevertheless, he was not encouraging:
“Dear Herr Von Flüstervogel, your
composition is good, in some parts wonderful, and I would be happy to perform
it with you myself.” He paused for a moment, embarrassed. “But the Elector, our
patron, has cut back on the orchestra's budget. We have a serious financial
crisis in our hands.”
Rudi did not capture the
significance of the news. “What … what does that mean in terms of performing my
duo?”
Cannabich explained: “We have been
told that we can only perform new works if the concert in which they are
presented is fully funded. Someone would have to sponsor the evening through a
donation to the orchestra, equivalent to the salaries of the musicians.”
Rudi swallowed hard. “And how much
would that be?”
“To fully fund one of our concerts
a donation of about 1,000 florins would be necessary.”
One thousand florins! That was more than he possessed or ever
expect to make in years. Cannabich wondered aloud: “Yet, the members of the
orchestra are going hungry. Perhaps I could bring the question up to them and
see if they would settle for half – maybe 500 florins would suffice.”
Rudi got up, defeated. “Let me get
back to you” he said hoarsely, fighting back tears.
Later that day, Rudi wrote Toeschi
apprising him of the situation. Toeschi’s response was: “I spoke to Duke Carl
Theodore and he is willing to loan you 500 florins. You must repay it with
interest and agree to come to Munich and perform the work with me, at his
court. I enclose a bank note for that amount.”
January 1784
The winter of 1783-84 was severe.
Heavy snowfall and frigid temperatures swept through Europe. Both of Rudi’s
children got sick; by New Year, Kurt was feverish. The doctor concluded: “This
boys’ lungs are weak; he has little strength left. I recommend you take him to some
place warm, to wait out the winter. Perhaps in the spring he’ll be better.”
Elise’s mother had family in
Sicily, and Elise contacted her to find out about those relatives. Within a
week, she reported to Rudi: “I have a second cousin in Taormina. I’ll write her
asking for her hospitality. In the meantime, we have to make preparations for
the journey.”
“Preparations?”
“Our travel to Sicily will be
expensive. We’ll need to provide for lodging, meals, transportation, plus other
expenses.”
“What are we talking about?” asked
Rudi in alarm.
“My sister here has agreed to take
Hanna in so she does not need to come. My guess is that for the three of us,
traveling to Sicily and returning in May will cost us 600 florins, if we are
frugal.”
“And where are we going to find
that money?”
“You just got 500 florins from the
Duke of Bavaria. That plus about 100 florins I have saved should see us through
the trip.”
“That’s not possible! That money is a loan to finance the debut of
my duo. I can’t spend it on travel!”
“You’ll have to find a way!”
replied Elise, for once raising her voice to confront her husband. “The life of
our son is at stake!”
Rudi blinked: “I’ll see what I can
do.”
He went back to Cannabich and
begged: “Is there any other way that funding could be secured for that
concert?”
Cannabich furrowed his brow. Then
his face lit up:
“I have an idea.”
“What is it?”
“I have been in correspondence with
Father Gregor Hauer. He obtained permission from the great Joseph Haydn to
perform Haydn’s new cello concerto and is trying to find an appropriate venue
to launch the work. Hauer just wrote inquiring about a potential concert with
the Mannheim Orchestra. I have not replied yet.”
“And how does that help me?”
“I could write Hauer and request
that he sponsor, at least in part, the concert where he would play Haydn’s new
work. I am not sure if he has patrons who could subsidize his appearance. I
would need to ask.”
“Would you please?”
“I will write him today inviting
him to perform at Mannheim under financial conditions, but who knows how he
will react.”
At first, Hauer rejected efforts to
make him pay to play, but Cannabich played up the financial straits his
ensemble faced, appealed to the artist’s generosity, and hinted that some other
musician might be willing to split the cost of the concert. Hauer finally
agreed to obtain 250 florins from his benefactors.
Cannabich showed the letter to
Rudi: “I fear this is the best we will be able to do. Can you take your son to
Italy on half of the Duke’s loan?”
“It will have to suffice.”
February 1784
Rudi had a difficult time trying to
persuade Elise to travel to Italy on 350 florins. “Do you want us to starve?”
she protested.
“That’s the best I can do” he
replied.
“Fine!” she screamed. “You stay.
I’ll take Kurt myself, alone!”
It was already early February and
Kurt seemed worse with each passing day. Rudi relented: “Please be very
careful.”
They departed by coach on the
second week of February. Kurt was wrapped in blankets and was deathly pale.
Rudi feared his son might not survive the trip; tears streamed from his eyes as
he waved farewell. Elise, her face set in an angry mask, did not wave back.
April 19-24, 1784
The concert in which Rudi and
Gregor Hauer would perform would occur on Sunday, April 25. Hauer arrived in
Mannheim on Monday evening, with time for a couple of rehearsals before the
concert. Next day, he played the Haydn piece with the orchestra, and then sat
in on the rehearsal of Rudi’s duo.
Hauer was half asleep for most of
the piece. When the last movement began, however, he perked up. At the end,
Hauer approached Cannabich: “Herr Direktor, may I have a private word with
you?” Cannabich escorted Hauer to his
office and closed the door.
“How can I help you, maestro?” he
asked.
“That duo you were rehearsing, who
is the composer?”
“It was written by Rudolf Von
Flüstervogel, whom you met today. Rudi is a local artist.”
“It is the strangest thing. As you
know, I am in residence in Salzburg, working for Prince-Archbishop Colloredo.
Another employee of the Archbishop is Michael Haydn, the youngest brother of
Franz Joseph Haydn. Well, last year Michael composed six duos for violin and
viola at the Archbishop’s request. You see, the Archbishop plays the violin and
he wanted some pieces to play with his steward Count Arco, who is an amateur
violist. Anyhow, I suffered through Michael Haydn’s duos several times – and
the finale of the last of the six is in the form of a theme and variations,
identical to the music I heard today performed by you and Flüstervogel.”
Cannabich blanched. “What are you
saying? That Rudi stole the music from
Michael Haydn?”
“I do not quite remember the first
two movements, but the theme and variations I recall very well.”
“What you are saying, Father Hauer,
is very serious. We must get to the bottom of it right away.”
Cannabich had a copy of the duo
made and dispatched it post haste to Munich, where Michael Haydn was staying,
with a brief, blunt inquiry: “Dear Michael, someone claims to have written this
duo. Are you in fact the author?”
Michael Haydn’s response, sent back by the
same courier, stated: “There are many differences throughout the work, but the
Theme and Variations in this composition is the same as in the one that bears
my name. However, the work was written by Mozart, who allowed me to pass it as
my own as a favor. Mozart’s duos are vastly superior to anything I could ever
write and I have no right to claim their authorship.”
An exhausted courier returned late
Saturday night, just in time to hand Haydn’s response to Cannabich before the
concertmaster retired for the evening.
April 25, 1784
At dawn, someone knocked on Rudi’s door
summoning him to the orchestra’s offices at the Mannheim Palace. He rushed
there, and was greeted by Cannabich, who laid down the accusations levelled
against him. “Father Hauer is sure that the work you call yours is someone
else’s.”
Rudi found the courage to respond
energetically, though falsely: “Every note in that duo is mine. I spent almost
a year writing it and I do not care what anyone says, this is my music, which
cost me much sweat and tears. I will defend myself against these accusations
until the day I die.”
Cannabich responded coolly:
“Herr Von Flüstervogel, a lot of
ill can occur if we pursue this matter in public. I shall just cancel the performance.
I do not ever want to see your face again.”
Rudi thought of arguing further,
but turned around and slunk out of the palace.
Late 1784
Rudi used the remainder of the
Duke’s loan to take passage to Taormina to meet his family. He found Kurt in
somewhat better health and his wife in a more amenable disposition. He refused
to answer questions about what had transpired in Mannheim other than vowing
never to return to the city. Elise interpreted his reticence as indication that
his duo had been poorly received and did not press the point.
The family moved to Naples in July.
Rudi auditioned for a position in the household of King Ferdinand. He was hired
and became music tutor to the King’s children. He taught them viola and violin,
and threw in German as a bonus. He was well liked by all.
1793
Rudi was well settled in Naples
when the news reached them of Mozart’s death two years before. He was seized by
melancholy, which he tried to disguise but Elise knew him too well and
persisted in her questioning until he confessed.
“You may recall that, in 1783, I
had been working in the composition of a duo for violin and viola, which I
hoped would make me famous. I had written two movements but didn’t know how to
end the work. I was desperate.”
“Yes, I remember the incident very
well,” replied Elise.
“Then, I had a vision,” continued
Rudi. “I heard a strong voice that directed me to look for models from which to
draw inspiration to complete the duo. It was a message from Heaven and could
not resist its command. I began looking, and in the library at the Mannheim
Palace I found a manuscript that contained an unidentified duo for violin and
viola. The entire duo was wonderful, but it was the third movement, a Theme and
Variations, that drew my attention, for it was just what I needed. I copied the
movement and used as the finale of my duo.”
“I never knew who the work’s true
author was until last year, when I bought in Florence the score of a duo in B
flat by Mozart. In reviewing the score, I realized that Mozart was the composer
of the work that I’ve been passing off as mine.”
“Aren’t you ashamed of yourself?” rebuked
Elise.
“I’m ashamed, but not sorry for
what I did. I was following directions from some power greater than I. I had to
find a way to complete the work by whatever means possible. So, I stole. But at
least, I stole from the very best.”
Elise looked at her husband for a
long time. “And you really don’t know the source of the voice you heard?”
“It’s a mystery,” concluded Rudi.
“Perhaps it was Mozart himself.”
Elise turned her head away from her
husband so he would not see her smile.
About the author:
Born in Cuba, Matias Travieso-Diaz migrated to the United States as a young man
where he became an engineer and lawyer and practiced for nearly fifty years. Over
one hundred of his short stories have been published or accepted for
publication in paying anthologies, magazines, blogs, audio books and podcasts.
A first collection of his stories, “The Satchel and Other Terrors” has recently
been released and is available on Amazon and other book outlets. More details
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