My Recollections — Story, Setting & Ideas
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The thought that my mother would read about my misdeed made me rather shamefaced. She came in at that very moment and saw my confusion; but directly she knew the cause she clasped me in her arms and said:
"You have acted like an honest man and I forgive you. All the same that is no reason why you should ever again eat chocolate on the sly!"
Later on, when I munched other and better chocolate, I always obtained permission.
Thus it came about that from day to day I have always made notes of my recollections be they good or bad, gay or sad, happy or not, and kept them so that I might have them constantly in mind.
I MY ADMISSION TO THE CONSERVATOIRE 1
III THE GRAND PRIX DE ROME 20
IV THE VILLA MEDICI 29
V THE VILLA MEDICI (CONTINUED) 37
VI THE VILLA MEDICI (CONTINUED) 43
VII MY RETURN TO PARIS 53
VIII MY DEBUT AT THE THEATER 63
IX THE DAYS AFTER THE WAR 74
XI MY DEBUT AT THE OPERA 93
XII THE THEATERS IN ITALY 103
XIII THE CONSERVATOIRE AND THE INSTITUTE 114
XIV A FIRST PERFORMANCE AT BRUSSELS 123
XV THE ABBE PREVOST AT THE OPERA-COMIQUE 136
XVI FIVE COLLABORATORS 148
XVII A JOURNEY TO GERMANY 161
XX MILAN--LONDON--BAYREUTH 199
XXI A VISIT TO VERDI--FAREWELL TO AMBROISE THOMAS 208
XXII WORK! ALWAYS WORK! 217
XXIII IN THE MIDST OF THE MIDDLE AGES 231
XXIV FROM _Cherubin_ TO _Therese_ 242
XXV SPEAKING OF 1793 254
XXVI FROM _Ariane_ TO _Don Quichotte_ 267
XXVIII DEAR EMOTIONS 288
XXIX THOUGHTS AFTER DEATH 302
The Master, Jules Massenet _Frontispiece_
Massenet at Egreville 44
One of the last portraits of Massenet 68
Mme. Pauline Viardot 84
Titta Ruffo, Caruso and Chaliapine 110
The Forum from the First Act of _Roma_ (_See page 300_) 154
Posthumia (_Roma_) (_See page 297_) 170
Persephone in _Ariane_ 244
Queen Amahelly (_Bacchus_) 268
Dulcinee (_Don Quichotte_) 282
Facsimile of Massenet's Reply to an Invitation to Visit America 296
MY ADMISSION TO THE CONSERVATOIRE
Were I to live a thousand years--which is hardly likely--I should never forget that fateful day, February 24, 1848, when I was just six years old. Not so much because it coincided with the fall of the Monarchy of July, as that it marked the first steps of my musical career--a career which, even yet, I am not sure was my real destiny, so great is my love for the exact sciences!
At that time I lived with my parents in the Rue de Beaune in an apartment overlooking the great gardens. The day promised to be fine, but it was very cold.
We were at luncheon when the waitress rushed into the room like a maniac. "_Aux armes, citoyens!_" she yelled, throwing rather than placing the plates on the table.
I was too young to understand what was going on in the streets. All I can remember is that riots broke out and that the Revolution smashed the throne of the most debonair of kings. The feelings which stirred my father were entirely different from those which disturbed my mother's already distracted soul. My father had been an officer under Napoleon Bonaparte and a friend of Marshal Soult, Duke of Dalmatia. He was all for the Emperor, and the atmosphere of battles suited his temperament. My mother, on the other hand, had experienced the sorrows of the first great revolution, which dragged Louis XVI and Marie Antoinette from their throne, and thrilled with worship for the Bourbons.
The memory of that exciting meal remained the more deeply fixed in my mind because on the morning of that historic day, by the light of tallow candles (wax candles were only for the rich) my mother for the first time placed my fingers on the piano.
In order best to introduce me to the knowledge of this instrument, my mother--she was my music teacher--stretched along the keyboard a strip of paper upon which she wrote the notes corresponding to each of the black and white keys, with their position on the five lines. It was most ingenious; no mistake was possible.
My progress on the piano was so pronounced that three years later, in October, 1851, my parents thought I ought to apply at the Conservatoire for the entrance examination to the piano classes.
One morning that month we went to the Rue de Faubourg-Poissonniere. The Conservatoire National de Musique was there then, and it remained there until it was moved to the Rue de Madrid. The large room we entered--like all the rest in the place at that time--had walls painted a bluish gray, spotted with black. A few old benches were the only furniture in this anteroom.
Massenet opens his recollections with a precise origin: a diary given by his mother on his tenth birthday, a long-shaped notebook from the little Bon Marché. This daily practice, she explained, would make him confess wrongdoings in writing, placing conscience at the center of his upbringing. The first test came when he secretly ate a square of chocolate and, after hesitation, recorded it—earning forgiveness and a lesson in honesty. From that day, he claims, he always obtained permission for later indulgences. This anecdote establishes a pattern: the memoir is built from jotted notes, good or bad, gay or sad, kept constantly in mind. The structure thus mirrors the diary habit, moving episodically through scenes of childhood, conservatoire, and operatic triumphs.
The Diary as Structural Spine
The memoir’s opening establishes its compositional method: Massenet wrote from day-to-day notes, a practice begun at age ten. The diary’s physical description—a long-shaped book from the early Bon Marché—grounds the narrative in a specific object. This habit shapes the book’s episodic structure, as each chapter reads like an entry expanded. The chocolate incident illustrates how the diary enforced self-examination, a moral framework that recurs when Massenet later records anxieties over premieres. The diary habit also explains the memoir’s tone: intimate, confessional, yet selective. He notes that he kept notes of recollections “be they good or bad,” implying a deliberate curation of memory. Readers should expect a sequence of vivid scenes rather than a continuous autobiography, each anchored by a date or event.
Opera Premieres and Anxious Vigils
Massenet’s account of Le Cid’s premiere reveals a recurring pattern: he cannot stay away from the theater. After Manon’s performance, he goes to the Opéra instead of home, “an irresistible power” pulling him. He overhears a journalist say “It is splitting, my dear chap,” and runs to the directors’ room. The contradictory verdict—Mme. Krause embraces him saying “It’s a triumph!”—shows his reliance on trusted voices. Later, a telegram announcing the fifth performance postponed sends him into a faint at a restaurant in Lyons. These episodes are not isolated; they form a structural motif of suspense and relief. The memoir repeatedly cuts between performance and aftermath, between public reception and private collapse. The reader watches Massenet oscillate between confidence and dread, a rhythm that defines his narrative voice.
Movement Between Paris and the Provinces
Massenet’s life as a traveling composer structures the memoir’s geography. He leaves Paris for Lyons, where Hérodiade and Manon are given, and receives news of Le Cid’s postponement while dining with poets. The telegram arrives mid-meal, and he faints. This scene typifies how the memoir moves between cities: Paris, Lyons, Bayreuth, Chantilly. Each location brings a different social circle—journalists in Paris, provincial poets in Lyons, royalty at Chantilly. The journey to Germany in Chapter XVII, to hear Parsifal at Bayreuth, is a pilgrimage. He visits the city church dedicated to Mary Magdalene, drawn by “what memories” (left unspecified). The memoir’s structure thus mirrors a tour, with each stop offering a new anecdote. Readers should note how place triggers memory: a restaurant, a theater wing, a library at a château.
Royal Encounters and Artistic Camaraderie
Massenet includes a letter from the Duc d’Aumale requesting a box for Le Cid on a specific Friday, December 11. He is “touched and proud” by this attention. The scene shifts to the Château de Chantilly, where he stays with fellow Institute members—painters Léon Bonnat, Benjamin Constant, Edouard Detaille, and Gérôme. The prince receives them with simplicity, pipe in mouth, talking in the library “as he had so often done in camp among our soldiers.” Massenet generalizes: “Only the great ones of earth know how to produce such moments of delightful familiarity.” This pattern recurs: a moment of honor is followed by a scene of informal fellowship. The memoir balances public recognition with private ease, using these contrasts to shape its emotional arc. The reader sees Massenet as both celebrated artist and grateful guest.
The Hundredth Performance and Enduring Work
Massenet records the hundredth performance of Le Cid at the Opéra in October 1900, and a newspaper clipping from November 21, 1911, noting a packed house and enthusiastic applause. He lists the singers who performed Chimène over the years: Fidès Devriès, Rose Caron, Adiny, Mérentié, and Louise Grandjean. This roll call serves as a structural coda, showing the work’s longevity and the changing interpreters. The memoir does not dwell on the opera’s content but on its performance history. The reader sees Massenet tracking his work through time, measuring success by repeated productions and by the artists who brought his scores to life. This forward-looking perspective contrasts with the diary’s daily focus, giving the memoir a dual temporal structure: the immediate moment and the retrospective survey.
Massenet’s memoir rewards readers who attend to its structural cues: the diary habit, the anxious vigils, the movement between cities, and the roll calls of singers and patrons. Each chapter offers a self-contained vignette, yet recurring motifs—telegrams, fainting, royal attentions—bind them into a coherent portrait. The book is best read as a series of scenes rather than a continuous narrative, with the understanding that Massenet selected and shaped these memories from his daily notes. His voice remains intimate, often self-deprecating, and always focused on the concrete details of a composer’s life.
Reading how Massenet’s mother taught him to keep a diary reminded me of my own dog-eared notebook from years ago, half-filled with penciled half-thoughts. That same gentle intimacy surfaced later in The Life of Johannes Brahms (Vol 2 of 2) — A Closer Reading, where his letters felt like listening to a friend pause mid-sentence, trusting the silence between words.
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