The ladies have the last laugh


When I went in search of Pablo Casals last week I repeated Stravinsky's dismissive comment about the young wives of Casals and Zoltán Kodály. I am now indebted to the excellent Through These Ears for telling us that the ladies, in fact, had the last laugh. Marta Casals Istomin (seen above with her husband) went on to become President of Manhattan School of Music as well as holding many other distinguished posts before retiring in 2005, while Sarolta Kodály Péczely is a visiting professor of voice at the Liszt Ferenc Academy of Music in Budapest, an institution whose faculty has also included Béla Bartók, Zoltán Kodály, Jenő Hubay, Ernő Dohnányi, Leó Weiner, Dávid Popper, Bence Szabolcsi, Sándor Végh, Imre Waldbauer and Ede Zathureczky.

When will they ever learn?
Photo with full acknowledgements from Joys and Sorrows, reflections by Pablo Casals edited by Alert E. Khan (Macdonld ISBN 356030482) - out of print but well worth buying from specialists. Any copyrighted material on these pages is included as "fair use", for the purpose of study, review or critical analysis only, and will be removed at the request of copyright owner(s). Report broken links, missing images and errors to - overgrownpath at hotmail dot co dot uk

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Pliable said…
Email received:

Hi, I found this in reading my Sunday Boston Globe newspaper and think it ties in nicely with some stops along your “Path”:

http://www.boston.com/ae/music/articles/2008/08/16/on_a_quest_to_give_female_composers_their_due/

Cheers,

Carol

Some time back Carol guest-contributed 'A Year at the Symphony' -

http://www.overgrownpath.com/2005/06/guest-blog-year-at-symphony.html

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