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14 Fumes

Claire S. Arbogast Break Away Book Club Edition ePub



The blocky woman stuck out her hip between the man I was watching and the row of wooden baskets. He smiled and stepped back to give her room. She solidly established her squat body in front of the bushel of small sweet onions. He had already given way to a determined woman with a huge baby stroller, her clay face puffy beneath the eyes from lack of sleep. But he wasn’t impatient; he simply let the moments stretch. Maybe he loved the push and shove of these women shoppers, their own barely discernible pungent smell a good companion for onions.

Still, you could tell he wanted his turn at the onions. I had been watching him for a while from my sideline seat on the curb. I waved a distant hello at a woman I’d met in the writing class and lazily swung my view around the farmer’s market, a Saturday event that was partly about vegetables and mostly about Bloomington’s social scene. It was in high style on the sultry morning I stood watching the onion shoppers. The market was full of the August harvest of Flamin’ Fury and Redhaven peaches, Brandywine and Mortgage Lifter tomatoes, Red Knight and Early Sunsation bell peppers, Silver Queen and Ambrosia sweet corn, and Swedish Peanut Fingerling and Adirondack Blue potatoes.

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11 The Beginning of 1913

Galina Kopytova Indiana University Press ePub

A NUMBER OF EXCITING musical experiences for the residents of St. Petersburg ushered in the New Year, starting on January 7 with a performance by the violinist Jan Kubelík at the Hall of the Assembly of the Nobility. Despite the audience’s enthusiastic response, the critics reacted with restraint to Kubelík’s playing, noting a lack of inspiration only partially masked by his confidence and impressive technique. For Jascha, Kubelík’s performance presented the chance to hear the Ernst Concerto pathétique in F-sharp Minor, a piece he had begun to study with Auer in preparation for a spring performance. Later in January, the violinist Henri Marteau arrived from Berlin to perform the Beethoven Concerto, a piece Jascha had yet to learn, but one that would become integral to his adult repertoire. On January 23, Fritz Kreisler performed the Elgar Concerto at the Hall of the Assembly of the Nobility under the direction of Serge Koussevitzky. Although Jascha performed Elgar’s miniature piece La Capricieuse in Russia, he did not perform the composer’s beautiful and demanding concerto until after he left for the United States. Following the symphony concert with Koussevitzky, Kreisler gave three successful recitals in the same venue on January 29, February 5, and February 7, all accompanied by Rudolph Merwolf, who in the near future would also accompany Jascha.

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19 Confessions of a Tortured Man

Perkins, John Berrett-Koehler Publishers ePub

Several days later, Yamin drove me out of Tehran, through a dusty and impoverished shantytown, along an old camel trail, and out to the edge of the desert. With the sun setting behind the city, he stopped his car at a cluster of tiny mud shacks surrounded by palm trees.

“A very old oasis,” he explained, “dating back centuries before Marco Polo.” He preceded me to one of the shacks. “The man inside has a PhD from one of your most prestigious universities. For reasons that will soon be clear, he must remain nameless. You can call him Doc.”

He knocked on the wooden door, and there was a muffled response. Yamin pushed the door open and led me inside. The tiny room was windowless and lit only by an oil lamp on a low table in one corner. As my eyes adjusted, I saw that the dirt floor was covered with Persian carpets. Then the shadowy outline of a man began to emerge. He was seated in front of the lamp in a way that kept his features hidden. I could tell only that he was bundled in blankets and was wearing something around his head. He sat in a wheelchair, and other than the table, this was the only piece of furniture in the room. Yamin motioned for me to sit on a carpet. He went up and gently embraced the man, speaking a few words in his ear, then returned and sat at my side.

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Twenty-Nine: Carl Maria von Weber

William Brown Indiana University Press ePub

For many years most of my students played Weber’s “Perpetual Motion.” It applies the technical principles learned in the exercises and brings endurance, like the perpetual motion that Paganini has for the violinist. I learned it in my youth, and I was encouraged by the generation before mine. A man like [Benno] Moiseiwitsch would play it with great charm and elegance. Hofmann would play it, and the endurance would be astonishing. I say we play it for endurance, but it is also a very beautiful piece. I remember that when I found one could use the wrist in order to relax, one could more easily get through it. I felt it was a wonderful étude for strengthening the hand, infusing the wrist principle as helper in overcoming tiredness in many places and having that endurance which we need for bigger, longer pieces.

Mm. 1–4. The entire piece is practiced first with the four-note wrist groups, with the right hand eventually playing long lines of unaccented notes. The left hand stays very close to the keys.

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7. 7th Infantry Division

Lam Quang Thi University of North Texas Press ePub



By the time I finally went home in June 1964, General Khanh seemed firmly in control. He also had the support of the Americans. Khanh kept the popular Gen. Duong Van Minh as a figurehead chief of state, but had him under close surveillance. Gen. Hoang Xuan Lam, who commanded the 23rd Infantry Division at the time, once told me that when Gen. Duong Van Minh spent a weekend in Ban Me Thuot, in the Hauts Plateaux, Khanh called in the middle of the night and instructed Lam to watch and to report all Minh’s activities.

The week following my return from the United States, I was assigned to the 7th Infantry Division at My Tho, thirty kilometers south of Saigon. I was excited to be able, at long last, to serve in the Mekong Delta where I was born and raised. The Mekong Delta was rich and fertile, the climate was mild and the people so easy-going and so hospitable that my assignment was a sort of “coming home.” It was a blessed opportunity for me to become acquainted again with my own country.

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