Enigma
For H.W. It is true that I have sketched for their amusement and mine, the idiosyncrasies of fourteen of my friends ... The Enigma I will not explain – its ‘dark saying’ must be left unguessed ... Through and over the whole set [of variations] another and larger theme ‘goes,’ but is not played ... – Edward Elgar, 1899 The letter in which he said this is lost and the fourteen friends are all dead so they can’t tell us what it meant even if they knew in the first place. There remain only the ghost-hunters tracing spectral counterpoints which weave in and out of variations, walk through walls: counterpoints like Auld Lang Syne, the Dies Irae, Farewell and Adieu to You, My Fair Spanish Ladies, and Elgar’s own Black Knight with its identical intervals: pairs of falling thirds divided by rising fourth as the chorus sings “He beholds his children die” – as if shared by all true friendships, weaving in and out of variations, is an unheard Elgarian unconscious, an enigmatic farewell and adieu, a dark saying of grief. Jonathan Taylor Jonathan Taylor's books include the novels "Melissa" (Salt, 2015) and "Entertaining Strangers" (Salt, 2012), the memoir "Take Me Home" (Granta, 2007), and the poetry collection "Musicolepsy" (Shoestring, 2013). He is Lecturer in Creative Writing at the University of Leicester. His website is www.jonathanptaylor.co.uk.
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Norbert Kovacs
1/28/2017 10:24:27 am
I enjoyed discovering the irony that Elgar's 14 friends have become as much a mystery as the theme of his Enigma piece. I guess we each will become a mystery to whoever tries to read us after we pass from life.
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