Kissin walks to the piano as if to the gallowsmain
From my review of the pianist’s memoir this weekend in the Wall Street Journal:
“Memoirs and Reflections” reads as if Mr. Kissin has gone through life without touching the sides. His world is self-enclosed, self-defining, impermeable. He lives at, and for, the piano. I once asked him to name his best friend. He thought hard and came up with a conductor. When did you last see him? I pressed. “Five years ago,” he replied. He admits in the memoir to feeling, as a young man, “physical discomfort when unknown people recognised me” and now finds it “stressful” to shake hands and sign autographs.
Things may be about to change….
Read on here.