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BOOK REVIEW:

My Name is Asher Lev
and
The Gift of Asher Lev
by Chaim Potok

Reviewed by Alison Simpson

 

When I worked in the Nunawading Library in the 80’s and 90’s there were a selection of books that were on the reading list for secondary school students and were thus heavily in demand.  Being in charge of reservations for a time many titles including the two above became very familiar.  However I never actually read them, either because I couldn’t be bothered joining the list, or thought they would be boring (being on the school reading lists).  Shame on you, Alison – but I have made up for it, reading these two this year.  I now feel they are compulsary reading for any artist.

 In “My Name is Asher Lev” we read the story of Asher, the son of Aryeh and Rivkeh Lev who belong to the Ladover sect of hasidic Jews and live in Brooklyn.  They are orthodox, and Asher is brought up learning the Torah and the Talmud.  But from an early age he shows a passion for drawing, which his father regards as frivolous at best and sacrilegious at worst.  Not so the Rebbe, who realises that Asher cannot be stopped from drawing, and asks the famous artist Jacob Kahn to take the 13 year old Asher as a student. Asher’s uncle Yitzhok is also supportive of Asher’s artistic talent and passion.  Things come to a pretty pass when Asher at twenty is studying in Paris and produces “Brooklyn Crucifixion 1” and “Brooklyn Crucifixion 2”.  These paintings cause no end of trouble in the family and the congregation and are too much even for the Rebbe, who requests that he leave the Ladover community.

 Twenty years later in “The Gift of Asher Lev” Asher is 40ish, married and with two children, and is living and painting in the South of France.  Because of Uncle Yitzhok’s death the family have an extended visit to Brooklyn, where Devorah and the two children get to know Asher’s parents, the children go to Ladover school, and don’t want to go back to France.  Asher however, is stifled and can’t work in Brooklyn. You must read the book yourself to find out what the “Gift” is and how it affects Asher and the family.

 These two books are about an artist and his consuming passion for his art, and an orthodox Jewish community. They are a “JOLLY GOOD READ”!! “My Name is Asher Lev” was written in 1972 and “The Gift of Asher Lev” in 1990.  They are readily available in your local libraries if you can’t find them tucked away on your own bookshelves!

 Ref: Bernard Bell 8/4/97: The Asher Lev Novels of Chaim Potok

 Alison Simpson

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Keys to Music - and Art

treble clefOn Saturday October 22, that is, in the middle of our Annual Exhibition, I was driving by myself on a trip that was to take over an hour, so I switched on the radio and came across Graham Abbott’s “Keys to Music” on ABC FM. As it happened the program was just starting. Graham started with some very basic information on scales, and I thought (with my rudimentary knowledge of music) “Oh yes, I know all that”. As he progressed I found I didn’t know all that at all, as he started to talk about – and demonstrated on the piano - major scales, minor scales, chromatic scales, pentatonic scales, whole tone scales, and how the whole thing works – I became very interested.

Then he spoke about how so much western music is based on scales, gave examples and played musical works which use them as expressive devices. He also reminisced about his days as a music student, and practising scales, particularly having to learn scales on the foot pedals when learning the organ.

Pas de deuxAs he played the various pieces, there was one very familiar one – the “Pas de deux” from the suite of dances from Tchaikovsky’s ballet the Nutcracker. I first knew this as a teenager, when my parents invested in a “radiogram” and a set of classical LP records (probably the World Record Club or similar). I have of course heard it and played it myself many, many times since then. It is a highly expressive, passionate and emotional piece, and I still love it. What I never realised (and I don’t know how I could have missed it, it is very obvious) was that the often repeated phrase which is the lynchpin of the whole piece is a complete descending major scale. Dah - dah dah - da da - da da dah on the clarinet followed by an ascending trill from the violins. This is repeated again and again with ever mounting tension and passion until finally the whole piece resolves with a most satisfactory denouement and ends with one ascending major scale.

What is the point of all this you ask, that is if you have read so far, because I know you are all artists and not necessarily musicians or music listeners. The point is that after all this time of loving this piece, did knowing the details of the musical devices used in it spoil it for me? Having heard it again just the other day, I am quite sure that it hasn’t spoilt it and I still love it. Taken to an extreme however, I feel that too much knowledge could start to spoil musical appreciation.

Relating this to art viewing and appreciation, and being artists ourselves, do we spend too much time dissecting artists’ devices - composition, color balance, perspective and so on, and therefore are responding intellectually rather than emotionally to the piece?

Many thanks to Graham Abbott of ABC FM and his interesting program “Keys to Music” – it certainly started me thinking.

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