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A Mammal's Notebook: The Writings of Erik Satie

A Mammal's Notebook: The Writings of Erik Satie

Satie, Erik
Volta, Ornella
Melville, Antony

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ISBN10: 1900565668
ISBN13: 9781900565660
Publisher: Atlas Press LLC
Published: Jul 31 2014
Pages: 224
Weight: 1.30
Height: 0.70 Width: 6.90 Depth: 9.20
Language: English

Humorous and Dadaistic writings from the original Velvet Gentleman and pioneering composer

This is the largest selection, in any language, of the writings of Erik Satie (1866-1925). Although once dismissed as an eccentric, Satie has come to be seen as a key influence on modern music, and his writings reveal him as one of the most beguiling of absurdists, in the mode of Lewis Carroll or Edward Lear--but with a strong streak of Dadaism (a movement in which he participated). The nonconformism of Satie's private life seems deliberately calculated: he assumed various personae at different periods of his life, from the mystical velvet gentleman to the Dadaist disguised as quizzical bureaucrat. His poignant, sly and witty writings embody all of his contradictions. Included here are his autobiographical Memoirs of an Amnesic; gnomic annotations to his musical scores (For the Shrivelled and the Dimwits, I have written a suitably ponderous chorale ... I dedicate this chorale to those who do not like me); the publications of his private church; his absurdist play Medusa's Snare; advertising copy for his local suburban newspaper; and the mysterious, calligraphed private advertisements found stuffed behind his piano after his death. Satie referred to himself as a man in the manner of Adam (he of Paradise) and added: My humor is reminiscent of Cromwell's.I am also indebted to Christopher Columbus, as the American spirit has sometimes tapped me on the shoulder, and I have joyfully felt its ironically icy bite. He died as he lived: without quite ceasing to smile.

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