Mahler composed and conducted at a time when Europe was supposed to be entering a golden century. The previous hundred years had closed with Queen Victoria celebrating her diamond jubilee. At the time, England had a quarter of the world under her dominion, while the other European nations willingly shouldered their fair share of the white man's bounty, uh burden. A rapidly expanding middle class and rising living standards in the working class promised social stability, notwithstanding the ravings of assorted communists and social malcontents, and democracy was enfranchising ever greater populations. Planck and Einstein and the Curries challenged Newton's gravity, Freud had made his first installment on his famous couch, medical practice was saving more patients than it was killing, visual art was breaking out of its strictly representational straightjacket, and Charlie Chaplin was setting out for America. Technology held out the promise of a new heaven on earth, and the White Star Line had an unsinkable boat on its drawing board.

Mahler was in full expression while Europe was in full denial. Even today, to the untrained ear, despite adhering to Romantic conventions, almost all his music still comes across as inaccessible. It is at once profound and silly, morose and jubilant, ironic and gay, mocking and heart-wrenching, boisterous and sobbing, bombastic and subdued, optimistic, and despairing. True, Beethoven started the trend by marching a Turkish band straight through his "Ode to Joy," but Mahler pulled out all the stops by turning loose cuckoo birds, Alpine cows, mobs at country fairs, high society swells, runaway drummer boys, mournful sopranos, buglers, fiddlers, light cavalry, and dancing Germans in leather shorts on nine symphonic scores heaped with mock Wagner taken to new levels of absurdity.

If Mahler’s music were food, it would be tomato ice cream topped with anchovies and chocolate and chili peppers sprinkled with dry rub and served up on burnt pumpernickel.

No wonder his contemporaries couldn’t comprehend his music. Make no mistake, this was the soundtrack of a decadent age in its later stages of unraveling, even as unsuspecting Europe celebrated itself as a beacon of civilization, blissfully ignorant of the horrific calamities about to be unleashed, totally unaware that a whole way of life was about to end.

These are no idle musings. No less a writer than Thomas Mann used Mahler as his model for the dying lead character in "Death in Venice," an allegory of Mother Earth turning against her children (though the homo-eroticism is Mann's own invention). The film version's primary claim to fame is as a showcase for the slow movement of Mahler's Fifth. The same symphony (this time the opening movement) was also used to stunning effect as the opening theme to BBC's 1974 13-part dramatic series, "Fall of Eagles," set in Mahler's time, fittingly chronicling the last days of Czarist Russia, Kaiser Germany, and the Austro-Hungarian Empire.

Back to the music. Amazingly, Mahler's odd assortment of sound bites binds into transcendent coherency, transforming what was grossly unpalatable at first and even tenth listening into an out of body experience. Call it a Mahler moment. Anyone vaguely familiar with the composer knows there is no such thing as a casual Mahler fan. People are either passionate about him or they hate him.

Or they are like me, aware that true musical appreciation is a lifetime journey. In my early twenties, I set out on my path of musical discovery in earnest. I heard new composers for the first time and listened to old ones with new ears. Some of them turned out to be acquired tastes, and others, I realized, needed further time. That’s the beauty of music, I kept thinking. One day I will even like Mahler.

Decades passed. Then, not long ago, a voice in my head told me I was ready. Vaguely recalling both "Death in Venice" and "Fall of Eagles," I went to Amazon and ordered Mahler’s Fifth. I popped in the CD, and with the opening bars of the solo trumpet I was hooked. A hundred other members of the orchestra still had their instruments on their laps (actually this would be rather awkward for the timpanist), but I was already a Mahler fan.

On a hunch I also ordered the Sixth, which could very well be to music what Joyce’s "Ulysses" is to literature. Where have you been all my life, Mahler? I could only wonder, as I kept playing and replaying the double CD in rapt fascination. Well, ignoring him, actually, just as I am still ignoring Joyce. I have faith that one day with Joyce I will be able to penetrate the impenetrable, just as I am doing with Mahler. And the reward? Once you have broken through, you are never the same. You experience the world with new senses, as well as a world beyond sense. There are no limits. Buddhahood awaits.

Kay Jamison in "Touched with Fire" describes Mahler as cyclothymic, with a strong family history of mental illness - a brother who committed suicide, a sister with death hallucinations, and another brother with grandiose tendencies. He was treated by none other than Freud. A stormy marriage to a woman 19 years younger, the death of his daughter, a tumultuous tenure as artistic director of the Vienna Opera, living life as three times homeless, and a bad heart that kept him in death’s shadow ensured that he would feel far deeper and wider than his contemporaries.

But it is in his music that we find his bipolar smoking gun. Yes, others may have written sadder or more exalted compositions, but no one leads us down the strange and disturbing and contradictory byways of the human psyche as does Mahler. Even as he boasts we shall live forever in one symphony he sounds his own death knell in another. It was not the kind of stuff for simpler minds in a simpler time.

Soon after the birth of his first child, Maria Anna, Mahler completed his song cycle, "Kindertotenlieder (Songs on the Death of Children)." His wife, Alma, was alarmed, begging him not to tempt fate. The girl died five years later. Mahler’s symphonies are a "Kindertotenlieder" of a different sort, the premonition of the end of an age. By the time he died in 1911 at age 50 of a weak heart complicated by a blood infection, he had taken Romanticism as far as it could go. That same year, the Ballet Russe premiered Stravinsky’s "Petrouchka," in Paris. Two years later, Stravinsky would cause a riot with "Rite of Spring." Music would never be the same. There was no place for Mahler’s music in this new world order.

Then came 1914 and Europe’s collective madness. Future historians may well look upon the period from this time onward to the fall of the Soviet empire as the 80 Years War. Those innocent fools never saw it coming. Yet it was right there in Mahler’s music.

For fifty years, Mahler was largely ignored, though he did have a profound influence on the pioneering film composer Erich Korngold, who in turn influenced his contemporaries and those who came after. Mahler was championed by two of his protégés, the legendary conductors Bruno Walter and Otto Klemperer, but it was Leonard Bernstein in the 1960s who made him famous.

Bernstein set the scene for a 1973 Time magazine piece, but with George Solti as the cover boy and magazine's unequivocal verdict of Solti's Chicago Symphony as "sine qua non." The litmus test? Mahler, of course, the ultimate challenge for a conductor, in Lincoln Center no less, and this time no one was was complaining about the hall's notoriously rotten acoustics. Even though Bernstein had stepped down from the New York Philharmonic two or three years earlier, it was clear that the critics were treating Solti as the winner of an imaginary battle of the bands. These days, conductors routinely use Mahler as their calling card.

We who live in a jaded and cynical age can appreciate Mahler in a way that the poor wretched souls of the early twentieth century never could. It is tempting to say our new wisdom will serve us well, but in our collective arrogance we threaten to repeat the mistakes of the past. Undoubtedly, there is a Mahler in our midst, penning strange and incomprehensible music at this very moment, with a disturbing foretaste of things that may eventuate. This time, it may behoove us wake up and listen.

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June 15, 2004

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Dave (July 23, 2004):  Two observations on your interesting article on Mahler.  First, his music started out as being relatively conventional (i.e. "accessible") for the times. His First Symphony, and the song cycle "Lieder Eines Fahrended Gesellen" ("Songs of a Wayfarer") are quite enjoyable even to most classical-music newcomers. Listening to those two works together is interesting also because they share melodic material. The only significantly challenging thing in the First Symphony is its length. (Back in the days of LPs, it was a tremendous challenge for the recording companies to make it just barely fit on one LP.)

My second point is based on "information" that I learned in college, but which I have not been able to independently corroborate.  According to this reading of Mahler's life, he became obsessed with the idea of "nine symphonies" -- as in, "Fate decrees that 9 is all you get to write".  Beethoven wrote 9, or course, but so did Schubert, Bruckner, Dvorak, and some other lesser composers.  As he approached his later symphonies, he tried to "distract fate" by naming one symphonic work as "The Song of the Earth" ("Das Lied von der Erde"), for voice and orchestra.  He kept writing, and the symphony numbered 9 became his last anyway.

McMan (July 23):  Hi, Dave. Funny you should mention that. The one Mahler symphony I had in my collection (before I had to sell it when I left Australia) was his First Symphony. And I also had on one LP Songs of the Wayfarer and Kindertotenlieder. Even though I wasn't a Mahler fan, I definitely enjoyed the song cycles. Both the First Symphony and the song cycles are much easier on the untrained ear, and probably represent the best entry into Mahler's music, like you suggested. Though these works are unmistakably Mahler, you can listen to the First with Dvorak or Richard Strauss ears and to the song cycles with Schubert ears. After that, however - and forgive me if I'm wrong - you need to grow a pair of single-function Mahler ears. I'm only sorry it took me so long to grow mine.

Re the nine symphony superstition, he knew he was racing the clock with his bad heart. It would have been interesting to see what kind of music he would have turned out had his ticker held out another ten years. He may have had an answer to Stravinsky or he may have become an anachronism, but we'll never know.

Kathleen (Aug 7, 2004):  To Dave, In the Mother Peace Tarot... the number nine is described as indicating completion (ten is transcendence). How interesting so many composers completed nine symphonies!

To McMan, your description of the work of this man, Mahler, interests me..
I will look for a CD or tape.

Anonymous (Sept 4, 2004):  I am very interested in buying some Mahler CDs on the basis of your very interesting discussion of his contribution to classical music. Thanks so much. 

Ed 6/24/2005:  I came across this article by doing a google search on "Fall of Eagles". One reason I like that TV series so much is because of the opening music (Mahler's fifth); it's >so< appropriate, and considering that, I like your comments about Mahler. It definitely seems that he saw something coming. I also like your thoughts about what music is playing now, with respect to what is coming soon, which of course we won't know about for another number of years. May I suggest Glass's Koyaanisqatsi (if for the title, if nothing else)? [Name is Hopi for "things out of place".]