![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9qE_WTmEP-hUKL3oh_2w-4Wt-qVwNg3FuW5a3z4nw21jiWUWMdWlhHyLdO_ZlVirAavoqfbxFvWwJlmZEtZgT2fUoShZTSUYI9QTYhJ_0o5X6CTmYrAYkpMTtZr46utWDdjsLCx7I0b4/s200/amadeus.jpg)
Hollywood biographies may not be the best source for accurate historical information, but Amadeus seems to get it right, at least in part: Its humorous portrayal of Mozart as a vulgar, sex-crazed genius is supported the composer's own words. In addition to a series of shockingly explicit letters to an early girlfriend, Mozart's description, in a letter to his father, of one of his clavier students is particularly unflattering:
If a painter wanted to portray the devil in the life, he would have to choose her face. She is as fat as a farm-wench, perspires so that you feel inclined to vomit, and goes about so scantily clad that really you can read as plain as print: 'Pray, do look here.' True, there is enough to see, in fact, quite enough to strike one blind; but--one is thoroughly well punished for the rest of the day if one is unlucky enough to let one's eyes wander in that direction. . . . So loathsome, dirty and horrible!
Ouch....
No comments:
Post a Comment