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C. Whitaker-Wilson:

Franz Schubert: Man and Composer,

1st edition William Reeves, London and Charles Scribner’s Sons, New York:1928



There have been plenty of bad books written about Schubert, but you would have to go a long way to find a worse one than this. First appearances (the British and American editions are very similar) are not too bad - the book is 264pp, 6" by 8" bound in red boards (the American edition being dimpled and embossed) with the title in gold. The dustwrapper and title page proudly announces this as "The centenary biography" (which it certainly wasn't), and we get sight of the frontispiece - an unpleasant brown on cream reproduction of a poor drawing of Schubert by Ruby Margaret Whitemore, who was also guilty of providing the other illustrations, which are just a bad.

It was positioned as a straight life (not works) of Schubert, and was slammed by the critics, with every justification. It is full of inventions and embroidery around the facts, but also with huge omissions (e.g. no mention of Bauernfeld or Schwind), for which there would have been plenty of space were it not for the habit of wandering off on a tangent. Whitaker-Wilson also had the nerve to set one of the impromptus to words, and include it as a new song (price two shillings available from the publisher)!

One chapter laments the decline of the Schubert family, and claims that Ignaz Stuppock is the only surviving grandchild of Ferdinand Schubert, which shows the quality of the research put into the book - in his Schubert: A Documentary Biography, Otto Erich Deutsch comments that in 1928 there were about 150 descendants of Schubert’s brothers and sisters alive.

The review in the contemporary Musical Times was by Richard Capell (who’s Schubert’s Songs was published in the same year) and pulled no punches (it starts "Mr. Whitaker-Wilson's book is naive and disarming", refers to W-W’s "ineptitudes", criticises his lack of quoted sources and asks whether "modern biography is a mere guesswork"). Whitaker-Wilson was then stupid enough to write indignant letters to the editor: "... Had your reviewer read every English and German biography of Schubert which the British Museum contains, together with much matter of very recent source - as I had done before I began to write - he might have been in my position and have been able to speak with authority; as it is he merely questions that of which he has no knowledge. Unfortunately, this is the sort of thing which authors who are authorities upon their subjects have to endure from critics who are not." Capell’s polite, but still very critical reply brought forth a further response which was printed by the editor together with his views: "the book is bad" … "we call it deplorable", ending with "an author … must take adverse criticism as well; and when (as in this instance) he is unable to prove his reviewer to be wrong in any statement of fact, he will be well advised to refrain from arguing with his critic, and, above all, from calling him incompetent, tasteless, and imbecile."

It is hard to recommend this book to other than serious collectors (though many may want a copy to keep next to their Schwammerl!). (Un)Fortunately it is not easy to find a copy - I can only recall seeing a couple advertised in the last few years, and I would say that £15-20 is a fair price from a specialist music dealer, though I have seen it for £25 or so.

© Richard Morris September 1998