Elgar's Last Love
Sir Edward Elgar |
There can be nothing closer to a heavenly sound, a world
known only in distant dreams and visions, than the slow, exquisite diatonic
melody that opens the first part of Elgar's First Symphony. The sound is
stately yet haunting; as Elgar would himself say, 'broad, noble, chivalrous.' His wife Alice called it the 'great and
beautiful tune.' It is more than that;
listening to the sombre depth of the woodwind and the haunting long drawn out
sigh of the violins and violas sends shivers through me. It's another world, another land which
beckons and awaits one . . . somewhere.
I could listen to it again and again.
He has been called the greatest composer of the symphony there is and I
agree with this judgement It's no
surprise to know that this long awaited symphony, played for the first time by
the Halle Orchestra in Manchester and four days
later in London ,
met with such rapturous applause. Elgar was called back again and again; the audience
would not let him go with many standing up on their chairs in order to see him.
The 'great and beautiful tune' began while he tinkled idly
on the piano. His wife suddenly
exclaimed. 'I like that tune' and from
then on it remained in Elgar's head for a long time before at last becoming the
opening passage of his symphony. Nor did
the symphony itself come with ease. It
seemed to waver always somewhere in the back of his psyche and the opening
theme may be said to be his 'soul' sound, held there since a young boy sitting in
the reeds by Severn side and heard music flowing through the river, the trees,
the air . . .
In an interview Elgar once said, 'my idea is that there is
music in the air, music all around, the world is full of it. . . and you simply
...simply...simply...take as much of it as you require.'
Like all creative men, the 'puer' type, Elgar needed a
strong, mother figure in his life to sort out all the practicalities while he
could dream, compose, conduct, weave his glorious melodies. I's a great and natural arrangement , one which he found through a staunch, loyal wife. Alice Roberts met Elgar when he was teaching the
piano at Malvern. He was twenty nine,
always a significant age in human life. She
was just turning thirty eight and the daughter of a Major General, a social
class way above that of the piano tuner's son. These foolish social complexities mattered in
those days. However, Alice felt convinced of Elgar's genius and
they married despite the disapproval of many, including her parents who refused
to attend the wedding. She ended her life as Lady Elgar so that must have proved her point.
In many important ways, it is Alice we have to thank for Elgar's
music. She was a keen poetess but
abandoned her own interests in order to urge and encourage her husband in his own pursuits. As she once said, 'The care of a genius is
enough of a life work for any woman'. Without her strong and dominant nature,
he might never have brought his attention fully to work on longer, deeper compositions; part of him seemed always to want to escape and dream, cycle endlessly around
the lovely Worcestershire countryside, gaze from his window at the rolling
hills. So true of the creative
type! The actual production of the work
is the hardest part of all and often seems like giving birth, as if something
is born but parts from within one's soul, never to return. The unborn is always full of possibilities,
once born it is in some ways already dead.
Like so many creative people, he seldom made much
money and had to produce a variety of songs and small pieces to earn their
keep. This is a sad reflection on our modern
age which pays much to the mediocre but doesn't foster the talents of the
great. 'All about the money' . . . as Elgar
would have said despairingly.
Elgar sought for his anima, his soul figure in a variety of
women and he in turn was extremely attractive to them. Alice
was the rock, the mainstay, the mother figure, but such men need a passionate
romantic interest to fire their creativity.
This inner figure is like the mate of the creative spirit, rather than the mate of
the body, belonging within the psyche rather than in prosaic outer life. Projected onto a
real woman, it can stir the creative impulses and produce the wonderful
'child'. There might or might not be
physical mating as well. In a way, that
is unimportant, in fact it might even destroy the illusion, the romance. It is a spiritual quest, the quest of the Troubador.
Like Dickens, Elgar had a first love when he was a young man. This girl broke their engagement and left for
New Zealand .
How different things might have been if
he had made this more ordinary, provincial marriage rather than meeting the
strong minded Alice Roberts! Would his
genius have flowered then, one wonders? Elgar was later to meet another Alice,
daughter of Millais the Pre Raphaelite painter.
He formed a lifelong romantic friendship with Alice Stuart Wortley and
though he, his wife and her husband were all friends, the couple did meet up
clandestinely on occasions. Elgar called
this Alice
'Windflower' and dedicated his Violin Concerto to her. He was fond of putting the sounds of his
friends into music as we see in Enigma variations. There is no doubt that the relationship with 'Windflower' was very special to him for many years and Elgar alludes to summer evenings full of
romance in some of his letters.
When his wife Alice died in 1920 Elgar was devastated and
ceased to write any more after this. 'All I have done was owing to her and I am
at present a sad and broken man.' He
wrote to a friend after her funeral. He had lost his driving force in the shape
of this strong and supportive woman and he mourned her. The energy of composition seemed to go with
her but it was also his sense of the change in the world since the horrors of
the First World War. He knew nothing
would ever be the same again and his music was no longer appreciated by the younger
generation who saw him as part of the old regime that had created the war. George Bernard Shaw deplored the fact that
Elgar's music was being neglected and the Shaw festivals were created at Malvern
to honour it and also Shaw's plays. Nowadays,
Elgar is once more appreciated as a great composer and belongs especially to
Worcestershire and the beauty of the great rivers and the rolling Malvern Hills which Elgar loved so much. He is everywhere here in Worcestershire, his
music flows about one as one walks the hills, soft echoing, rolling melodies,
gentle as the scenery about one, full of space, light and yet tinged with
sadness.
Carice Elgar |
Elgar cut off his relationships with many of his previous
lady admirers and friends apart from 'Windflower' with whom he kept up a distant friendship,
passion long gone. His only child, Carice, grew closer to him now whereas in her youth she had been sent away to boarding shcools and generally kept out of her father's way so as not to disturb him. He seemed to feel his
time was over, a lonely, unhappy man.
His energies turned to the pursuits of a country gentleman with dogs,
horse-racing and walks. But at the same
time, he no longer seemed interested in convention, freer to be himself, one of
the joys of old age.
Thus he was open and like fallow ground when the momentous
story of November 1st 1931 unfolded.
Momentous for him and for a young violinist in the orchestra he was
conducting that day. The date became a
part of their private story, a sudden and amazing meeting of soul mates. The
name of the violinist was Vera Rebecca Hockman, a sweet natured, gentle, warm, Jewish girl. She already had a hero
worship for the great composer and felt she knew him through his music as if
already a part of his soul. She was
thrilled to be among the first violins when Elgar was asked to conduct 'Dream
of Gerontius' at the Croydon Triennial Festival. As she played she realised he
kept looking at her over and over again and afterwards asked to be introduced
to her. They swiftly struck up a deep
loving friendship. Vera accompanied him
often as he couldn't bear to part with her company.
She was a married woman with a daughter but she and her husband had
separated long before but nonetheless, conventions required that they kept their unusual (and likely to be misunderstood) friendship fairly low key in the eyes of others. Elgar may have
considered marriage but his own daughter Carice was alarmed by the idea
although she had no personal animosity towards Vera. In fact they became very good friends and
Carice really enjoyed the other girl's company, a fact she often noted in her
diary. Vera was one of those happy people who brought joy and peace to others.
Elgar said that Vera made him so happy and his great regret was there was so little time due to the vast age difference. He had been a sad and troubled man all his
life but this warm, accepting, tender woman was able to give him this joy in
his old age and remained with him till he died in 1934. The feeling she created in him at last brought him out of his creative lethargy and he began to compose the Third Symphony, dedicating one of its movements to VH. He said that she was 'my mother, my child, my
lover and my friend.'
Vera Hockman |
How wonderful a tribute for any woman. How I envy her!
The Third Symphony sadly remained unfinished, a 'great tragedy' as T.H. Lawrence put it. Perhaps in another world, Elgar and Vera may meet and the symphony finish there. It's a nice thought.
The Third Symphony sadly remained unfinished, a 'great tragedy' as T.H. Lawrence put it. Perhaps in another world, Elgar and Vera may meet and the symphony finish there. It's a nice thought.