The First Four Notes: Beethoven's Fifth and the Human Imagination (33 page)

Immortal Beloved
’s
MORTAL BEGINNING
echoes a variant of Schindler’s story of Fate knocking at the door, one that replaces
Fate with Death.
The Musical Times
used it in 1911, for instance, mocking the new fad of adapting classical themes into
popular songs with a most inappropriate hypothetical: “We would not, for instance,
like to hear the low comedian chanting his quips, say, to the ‘death-knocking-at-the-door’
theme in Beethoven’s C minor.”
17

It’s possible the knock of Death was appropriated from a work that Romantic opinion
often heard as a direct precursor to Beethoven: Mozart’s
Don Giovanni
, in which death (in the form of the Commendatore’s statue) really does knock at the
door. But the notion is an old one, going back to the Roman poet Horace:

Pallida Mors aequo pulsat pede pauperum tabernas regumque turris
(
Odes
1.4)

As translated by Christopher Smart in 1767:

Pale death alike knocks at the poor man’s door … and the royal dome.
18

The image made its way into the repertoire of English allusion, and thereafter nudged
its way into the lore surrounding the Fifth Symphony. There are even translations
that hint at the crossover, such as that by Philip Francis, first published in 1742:
“With equal pace, impartial Fate / Knocks at the palace as the cottage gate.”
19

With the
Fate/gate
rhyme foreshadowing Schindler and/or
Beethoven’s
Schicksal
and
Pforte
, one can almost imagine some product of an English education, somewhere along the
line, making the unconscious transfer from Horace to the Fifth. (It’s tempting to
make the connection between Horace and Beethoven himself—the poet was one of Beethoven’s
favorites from among antiquity—but the German translations Beethoven would have read
are nowhere near as close to the Schindler/Beethoven formulation.
20
)

The Death-at-the-door interpretation gained traction around the turn of the twentieth
century, a reflection of the heightened emotional stakes of art and music in the wake
of the Romantic era. The Danish composer Carl Nielsen salted his Sixth Symphony, premiered
in 1925, with versions of Beethoven’s motive; in the final movement, a theme-and-variations,
a near-quotation is thwacked out by a large drum. Nielsen told a friend that this
particular variation was, indeed, meant to symbolize “Death knocking at the gate.”
21
(Nielsen had suffered a series of heart attacks after completing his own Fifth Symphony;
the Sixth would be his last. In a bit of defiance, Nielsen followed his Death-knocking
Variation IX with a brash, concluding Fanfare.)

Replacing Fate with Death also brought Beethoven’s Fifth into the fold of old-time,
fire-and-brimstone religion. The image had long been a favorite of preachers (such
as seventeenth-century Presbyterian William Jenkyn: “Death may knock next and remember
he will easily break into thy body, though thy Minister could not get into thy soul”
22
); as Schindler’s tale became commonly known, enterprising proselytizers seized on
the resemblance. Edmund S. Lorenz, composer of such favorite revivalist hymns as “There’s
Power in Jesus’ Blood” and “Tell It to Jesus,” provided this exhortation in 1909,
illustrating “Why a Minister Should Study Music”:

Who can hear the Fifth Symphony of Beethoven with its
motif
of Death knocking at the door without being deeply
impressed, and stimulated to an intense degree? Now with one instrument, now with
another, the hand of Death is heard knocking, knocking, persistently knocking. The
phrase is mysterious, haunting, ever recurring, sometimes sweet and plaintive, sometimes
with the roar of the ocean sounding through its measures, sometimes crashing and pounding
with brass and cymbal as though siege guns were being trained upon the heart.
23

A good example of the Death-at-the-door variant is found in Pat Conroy’s
The Water Is Wide
, his memoir of a year spent teaching on an isolated island off the coast of South
Carolina. One day, Conroy decides to play for his poor, undereducated Gullah students—descendants
of freed slaves—a record of Beethoven, whom the students promptly dub “Bay-Cloven.”

“Now one of Beethoven’s most famous songs was written about death. Death knocking
at the door. Death, that grim, grim reaper coming to the house and rapping at the
door. Does death come to everybody’s door sometime?”

“Yeah, death come knocking at Dooney’s door last year,” Big C said.

“Well, Beethoven thought a little bit about death, then decided that if death were
really knocking at the door, he would sound something like this: da-da-da
-da
. Now I am going to place this little needle on this valuable record and we are going
to hear death knocking at Bay Cloven’s door.”

The first notes ripped out. Ol’ death, that son of a bitch.

“Do you hear that rotten death?” I yelled.

“Don’t hear nuttin’,” said Prophet.

“Sound like music,” said Lincoln.

“Shut up and listen for that bloodsucker death,” I yelled again.

“Yeah, I hear ’im,” Mary said.

“Me, too,” a couple of the others agreed.

Finally, everyone was hearing old death rapping at the door. Once we labeled death
and identified him for all time, I switched to the Triumphal March from
Aida
.
24

The scene touches on every aspect of the Death story that made it particularly resonant
in America. There are the religious overtones, the revivalist style that Lorenz promoted,
and also the call-and-response traditions of the African-American church. The repertoire
of Negro spirituals often opts for similar imagery; Thomas Wentworth Higginson (a
cousin of the founder of the Boston Symphony Orchestra) recorded one such spiritual
during his Civil War days as the colonel of a black regiment:

        For Death is a simple ting,

        And he go from door to door,

        And he knock down some, and he cripple up some,

        And he leave some here to pray.
25

There’s also the point that Horace was trying to make: death’s universality. That,
too, would have taken on special meaning in the United States, a country where the
ideal of democracy was perpetually celebrated, if only intermittently realized. If
the fate knocking at the door was to be specified, Americans might well imagine it
as death, the most democratic fate of all.

ON NEW YEAR

S DAY
, 1863, a jubilant crowd of Boston abolitionists celebrated the arrival of Lincoln’s
Emancipation Proclamation with a concert featuring Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony.
26
Ralph Waldo Emerson read a new poem, called “Boston Hymn”:

        
To-day unbind the captive,

        So only are ye unbound;

        Lift up a people from the dust,

        Trump of their rescue, sound!
27

The novelist Ralph Ellison was named for Emerson. In a 1955 article for
High Fidelity
magazine, Ellison recalled his days as an aspiring writer living in a noisy apartment.
The Basie fan next door and the singing barflies who would stumble into the backyard
court were profound annoyances, but there was another musical intrusion that provoked
“feelings of guilt and responsibility”: an opera singer, practicing hour after hour.
This “more intimate source of noise … got beneath the skin and worked into the very
structure of one’s consciousness—like the ‘fate’ motif in Beethoven’s Fifth or the
knocking-at-the-gates scene in
Macbeth
.”
28

The feelings were rooted in the past. Before turning to writing, Ellison had aspired
to music. A budding trumpeter, he hung around Oklahoma City’s vital jazz scene, yearning
for entry. At the same time, he nurtured a desire to be a great Negro composer, bringing
black American vernacular sounds into the temples of European high art. “[H]ere I
was with a dream of myself writing the symphony at twenty-six which would equal anything
Wagner had done at twenty-six,” he recalled. “This is where my ambitions were.”
29
Ellison took lessons in trumpet, analysis, and composition from Ludwig Hebestreit,
a German immigrant, music educator, and conductor, who founded the Oklahoma City Junior
Symphony Orchestra. (Since Hebestreit taught at a segregated high school, Ellison’s
lessons were, by necessity, private; he got a break on the fees by mowing Hebestreit’s
lawn.)
30
He enrolled at the Tuskegee Institute as a music major, to study with the conductor
and composer William L. Dawson, whom Ellison ranked as “the greatest classical musician
in that part of the country.”
31

Ellison may have imagined that he would satisfy mind and soul by pursuing both jazz
and classical music; instead, all he felt was tension. Hence the unease that his opera-singer
neighbor brought flooding back, along with Ellison’s recollection of his own obsessive
practicing (and of the discomfort it caused his own neighbors) in pursuit of a troublesome
goal: “For while our singer was concerned basically with a single tradition and style,
I had been caught actively between two: that of Negro folk music, both sacred and
profane, slave song and jazz, and that of Western classical music. It was most confusing.”
32

It is at a point of acute confusion that Beethoven and his Fifth Symphony enter Ellison’s
most famous piece of writing, his 1954 novel
Invisible Man
. The protagonist, once a favored standout at a black college, is working at a paint
factory after a series of disillusioning setbacks; after causing a boiler explosion,
he wakes up in a hospital, in the middle of shock treatment.

Somewhere a machine began to hum and I distrusted the man and woman above me.

They were holding me firm and it was fiery and above it all I kept hearing the opening
motif of Beethoven’s
Fifth
—three short and one long buzz, repeated again and again in varying volume, and I
was struggling and breaking through, rising up, to find myself lying on my back with
two pink-faced men laughing down.

“Be quiet now,” one of them said firmly. “You’ll be all right.” I raised my eyes,
seeing two indefinite young women in white, looking down at me. A third, a desert
of heat waves away, sat at a panel arrayed with coils and dials. Where was I? From
far below me a barber-chair thumping began and I felt myself rise on the tip of the
sound from the floor. A face was now level with mine, looking closely and saying something
without meaning. A whirring began that snapped and cracked with static, and suddenly
I seemed to be crushed
between the floor and ceiling. Two forces tore savagely at my stomach and back. A
flash of cold-edged heat enclosed me. I was pounded between crushing electrical pressures;
pumped between live electrodes like an accordion between a player’s hands. My lungs
were compressed like a bellows and each time my breath returned I yelled, punctuating
the rhythmical action of the nodes.

“Hush, goddamit,” one of the faces ordered. “We’re trying to get you started again.
Now shut up!”
33

The Beethoven reference is not just a throwaway; as in the symphony, Ellison builds
his gambit into a whole movement, the entire experience itself echoing the opening
of the Fifth. The opening rest (
“Be quiet now,” one of them said firmly
); the initial attack (
I felt myself rise on the tip of the sound
); the repetitive anacrusis (
A face was now level with mine, looking closely and saying something without meaning
); and then the held note, the fermata, delivered with the drawn-out excess recommended
by Wagner:
I seemed to be crushed between the floor and ceiling.… My lungs were compressed like
a bellows
(Wagner: “Then shall life be drained to the last blood-drop”). Eventually, though,
the fermata yields (
We’re trying to get you started again
).

The symbolism, too, becomes more nuanced on closer inspection. At first, it seems
a wedge, a bit of white, European culture meant to torture a black man into docility,
for his own good. But in bringing in the Fifth, Ellison also brings in all of the
symphony’s encrusted narratives: fate, struggle, defiance.

Ellison’s idea of art was decidedly Beethovenian. In one famous description of another
musical touchstone, the blues, Ellison’s language might have come directly from a
description of the Fifth Symphony: “Their attraction lies in this, that they at once
express both the agony of life and the possibility of conquering it through sheer
toughness of spirit.”
34
As the civil rights movement picked up steam, Ellison stood outside it, defending
his Beethoven-like retreat into his art; the social impact of
Invisible Man
was “the result of hard work undertaken in the belief that the work of art is important
in itself, that it is a social action in itself.”
35
Critic Jerry Gafio Watts writes of Ellison in a way that recalls Beethoven’s complicated
pas de deux with Napoléon: “Heroic individualists, like most ambitious fine artists,
are not fundamentally democratically minded. They may espouse democratic ideology,
but they tend to view themselves as a select group, select by virtue of talent but
more importantly by virtue of their sheer artistic willpower and bravery.”
36

Ellison once wrote that “being a Negro American involves a
willed
(who wills to be a Negro?
I
do!) affirmation of self as against all outside pressures.”
37
(
Muss es sein? Es muss sein!
) In that sense, Beethoven’s cameo in
Invisible Man
echoes Ellison’s individualism, echoes his protagonist’s need to find an identity
that transcends the preexisting roles in which both blacks and whites would cast him.

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