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Music teacher and composer in the short story "The Garden Lodge" by Willa Cather, first published in the collection '' The Troll Garden'' in 1905. He is the father of the protagonist, Mrs. Caroline Noble. She was friends with opera singer [[Raymond d'Esquerré]]. | Music teacher and composer in the short story "The Garden Lodge" by Willa Cather, first published in the collection '' The Troll Garden'' in 1905. He is the father of the protagonist, Mrs. Caroline Noble. She was friends with opera singer [[Raymond d'Esquerré]]. | ||
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+ | She had grown up in Brooklyn, in a shabby little house under the vacillating administration of her father, a music teacher who usually neglected his duties to write orchestral compositions for which the world seemed to have no especial need. His spirit was warped by bitter vindictiveness and puerile self-commiseration, and he spent his days in scorn of the labour that brought him bread and in pitiful devotion to the labour that brought him only disappointment, writing interminable scores which demanded of the orchestra everything under heaven except melody. | ||
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+ | His last name is not given. | ||
==See also== | ==See also== |
Latest revision as of 16:53, 15 May 2018
Music teacher and composer in the short story "The Garden Lodge" by Willa Cather, first published in the collection The Troll Garden in 1905. He is the father of the protagonist, Mrs. Caroline Noble. She was friends with opera singer Raymond d'Esquerré.
She had grown up in Brooklyn, in a shabby little house under the vacillating administration of her father, a music teacher who usually neglected his duties to write orchestral compositions for which the world seemed to have no especial need. His spirit was warped by bitter vindictiveness and puerile self-commiseration, and he spent his days in scorn of the labour that brought him bread and in pitiful devotion to the labour that brought him only disappointment, writing interminable scores which demanded of the orchestra everything under heaven except melody.
His last name is not given.