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3.6 AVERAGE
dark
emotional
reflective
sad
slow-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
A mix
Strong character development:
No
Loveable characters:
Complicated
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Complicated
Here's an essay I published about Us Conductors. http://www.washingtonindependentreviewofbooks.com/features/liner-notes
No worries, Angie Merkel. Big Brother has progressed from eavesdropping on heads of state to hunting musicians. The feds are chasing a classical composer turned amateur scientist in Richard Powers’ Orfeo. In Sean Michaels’ Us Conductors, it’s a conductor/scientist framed by the NKVD.
When two novels published within months of each other pit a musician-scientist against the mighty state security machine, it’s time to catch the tune.
Orfeo, longlisted for the Man Booker Prize and the National Book Award, features protagonist Peter Els, a has-been composer on the lam from Homeland Security. How did a scruffy, underrated, reclusive composer invoke the ire of America’s giant security agency?
For kicks during retirement, Els decides to take up microbiology. He’s been altering genes with the fervor of a 10-year-old boy exploding a basement chemistry set. But what Els ends up blowing up is his life as a private citizen. His crime: calling emergency personnel to report the death of his dog, Fidelio (more on the late dog’s name later). The law shows up and starts taking a serious sniff around. Realizing his hobby has all the hallmarks of bioterrorism, Els goes fugitive.
Almost a century earlier, protagonist Lev Sergeyvich Termen gets ensnared in the Soviet spy apparatus in Us Conductors, shortlisted for the Giller Prize. Termen is the inventor of the theremin, an electronic contraption that imitates the sounds of traditional instruments. (To play the theremin, performers wave their hands between two antennae over a gizmo that modulates electronic frequencies that generate pitch.)
In 1927, Termen moves to New York with his revolutionary handler, Pash. Repackaged as Léon Theremin, Termen achieves minor notoriety from his public appearances “conducting” his instrument. Less than successful are his efforts to transform his invention into a profitable enterprise.
In the meantime, he falls irredeemably in love with a violinist named Clara, his most accomplished theremin student. Termen gets into some very big trouble, especially after Pash is upstaged by two thugs with identical names (Karl and Karl) from Stalin’s NKVD. Lev/Leon narrates his story as he’s sailing back to Soviet Russia in protective custody, accused of unspecified, anxiety-inducing charges that appear to concern his clumsiness as an unwilling double agent.
Lev Termen is a real historical figure. He not only existed, he invented the theremin. His narrative is set against frighteningly real, ominous Soviet oppression. Lenin himself makes a cameo and comes back to haunt late in the book.
In Orfeo, Powers employs historical reality as well. Every musical reference is real, as are most of the composers against whom Els measures himself.
Els’ backstory unfolds as he flees cross-country, mentally reconnecting with the key relationships in his life: his parents — particularly his father — his mentor (fraught with artistic and personal baggage), his two great loves, and his daughter.
To say Orfeo is saturated with musical references is to say Stalin was paranoid. In addition to the novel’s deep dive through 20th-century classical composition, every page, every paragraph vibrates with lush musical terminology in service to the plot.
Here’s life at 60, according to Els: “All that wandering through distant keys, doubles back to tonic.” His description of the massive government security operation that has him in its crosshairs: “Thousands of moving parts of the digital passacaglia.”
Even Els’ deceased dog, Fidelio, threads the musical theme. “Fidelio” is Beethoven’s only opera. As its title suggests, “Fidelio” is about truth and fidelity, but it is also about their opposites. The opera’s title character disguises herself as a man and lies for the greater good.
Els enacts a minor variation of this in Orfeo. To discover who he really is, he knowingly evades the law. Beethoven wrote four separate overtures to “Fidelio” in his efforts to satisfy an irritable public. Els engages in a parallel struggle; he spends the novel rewriting his own story of origin, all while listening to the music of his past.
Termen, too, hears the music in Us Conductors. He goes to concerts and describes compositions with which he’s intimately familiar. When he plays chamber music with his adored Clara (he always speaks directly to her via the second person), the violin is his madeleine: “Wood from the taiga, gut from a thin Romanov sheep. I remembered the rooms in which I had been raised, the varnish on the floorboards.”
But just as Orfeo covers much more than the life and loves of a midlist composer, Us Conductors is not really about music. It may not be a stretch to understand how errant scientists get crosswise with the government, but musicians? What’s all that music doing?
To begin, let’s note that neither Lev Termen nor Peter Els is a member of music’s rank and file. Here’s the difference between Termen’s invention and traditional instruments: “Playing the violin, the body is a musical connection between bow and strings. The same with trumpet, with clarinet, with piano: lips, tongue, hands on mouthpiece, reed, keys. You are stayed by touch. The theremin player is loose, untied. There is no tether.”
It’s no accident that when Lev makes his New York debut, composer Sergei V. Rachmaninoff and conductor Arturo Toscanini are in the audience, highly threatened. These two men “were imagining, I am certain, the chopping and splintering of scores of cellos, violins, and trumpets, rendered obsolete by the theremin’s ethereal tone.”
Something about the theremin is subversive; it’s upending an old order. Paramount, from a literary perspective, is that to play a theremin is to conduct.
What’s the job of a conductor? He or she is in charge of the orchestra, setting the rhythm, cuing entrances; in short, masterminding the musical interpretation. No matter how competent the instrumentalists, the conductor is boss. Lev fully embraces this concept. In one of his low moments, realizing that he’s being “propelled by outside forces,” Lev says, “I was in play. I was Lev Sergeyvich Termen; I thought, conducted.”
To return to Peter Els, road-tripping his way through memory and Homeland Security’s tightening noose. Els is a composer. He’s the creator; he writes the music that others have to render. Skirting economic realities inherent in that line of work is the notion of agency or authority. So, too, for a conductor.
Orfeo would be much less compelling if Els had sat in the back of an orchestra’s second violin section, just as Us Conductors would have lost its mojo if Termen had ended up playing sax in one of his beloved Harlem swing bands.
Both protagonists take on the establishment, however unwittingly — and however unsuccessfully.
Almost in spite of themselves, they are empowered by their creativity. They both resist the slide to becoming defenseless pawns of government oppression. Els figures out early on that he’s in grave danger. Rather than turn himself over, he takes a long, hard look at his life, on his own terms, and in his own time.
In other words, he asserts control.
Freezing, starving, and tortured in the Gulag, Termen acts similarly. He fights back physically and mentally. “Here was a machine; I would try to figure it out.” Deploying his scientific knowledge, he calculates how to make his backbreaking work more productive.
He is noticed by the major in charge. Sitting in the major’s office, Termen suggests forming an orchestra. A group of 11 “rag-wrapped” prisoners is assembled, with Termen as their conductor. “What did I know of conducting?” he asks. What, indeed.
Conducting Ravel’s “Boléro” grants Termen psychic escape. “We were not in Kolyma; we were on a Mediterranean hillside, in a Spanish court. We were wearing bright colors, with carafes of red wine.”
But, Termen says, the real escape the music allows is into memory. “Sometimes it is like this, listening to the music:the steady bars let you separate from your body, slip your skin, and you are standing before the shuttering slides of memory. Shades of light, skies filled with cloud, old faces.”
Incidentally, memory is what’s captured in Orfeo’s title. In parallel with his mythical counterpart, Els searches behind him to retrieve his beloved, which, in Els’ case, appears to be an honest assessment of his life and loves, as opposed to a single person. (Although his daughter is damned important.)
Did I mention these books are nothing alike? I have no confidence that readers who cotton to one would be drawn to the other.
Writing in short, declarative sentences, Sean Michaels lays out his story, moving between past and present with deceptive simplicity. Richard Powers uses a thicker palette, drenching his book in music’s technical vocabulary, writing in densely constructed paragraphs, leaving it to the reader to piece together the plot from within the vast esoterica of musical composition. Orfeo is gorgeous, but reading it takes some work.
So why compare the two? Both books understand that music can threaten the state. In the same way that the Man deplores dangerous books, the Man can be scared silly of dangerous music. Protagonist Peter Els gets it. While he’s on the run, he plugs his smartphone into the car stereo and chooses “Music that will get him as far as he needs to go. Shostakovich’s Fifth — a condemned man writing the accompaniment to his own execution.”
Is there a piece that epitomizes more the precarious tightrope between state-mandated “art” and treason? Music historians are still trying to decide whether Shostakovich was an instrument of the Party or its victimized opponent. (Likely, he was both.)
Lev Termen gets it, too. Toward the end of Us Conductors, when the repressive Soviet state constricts his every move, Lev takes pains to identify himself to the authorities as a scientist, not a musician, as if he’s acknowledging that music is the riskier business.
Both Orfeo and Us Conductors pair musical metaphor with industrial-strength irony. Both are firmly grounded in reality. Both present somewhat bumbling heroes, nominally engaged in innocuous music making, who come up against an all-powerful government security apparatus.
It’s no surprise that writers write in the context in which they live. Consider ours. Not a day goes by where we are not deluged with sobering news about the government’s listening machine, spreading like toxic ooze over every aspect of our lives.
We don’t understand the breadth or scope, we don’t understand the boundaries, we don’t understand the potential harm to our democracy. And most of all, we don’t understand how to control it. Even so, not only is it near impossible to avoid participating in the accelerating fraying of our privacy, the vast majority of us are willing and eager to do so.
Small wonder, then, that in the middle of 2014, two unrelated protagonists who try valiantly to face down the state’s leaden intrusion into their lives find their way to the page. The truth, it turns out, is in the music.
No worries, Angie Merkel. Big Brother has progressed from eavesdropping on heads of state to hunting musicians. The feds are chasing a classical composer turned amateur scientist in Richard Powers’ Orfeo. In Sean Michaels’ Us Conductors, it’s a conductor/scientist framed by the NKVD.
When two novels published within months of each other pit a musician-scientist against the mighty state security machine, it’s time to catch the tune.
Orfeo, longlisted for the Man Booker Prize and the National Book Award, features protagonist Peter Els, a has-been composer on the lam from Homeland Security. How did a scruffy, underrated, reclusive composer invoke the ire of America’s giant security agency?
For kicks during retirement, Els decides to take up microbiology. He’s been altering genes with the fervor of a 10-year-old boy exploding a basement chemistry set. But what Els ends up blowing up is his life as a private citizen. His crime: calling emergency personnel to report the death of his dog, Fidelio (more on the late dog’s name later). The law shows up and starts taking a serious sniff around. Realizing his hobby has all the hallmarks of bioterrorism, Els goes fugitive.
Almost a century earlier, protagonist Lev Sergeyvich Termen gets ensnared in the Soviet spy apparatus in Us Conductors, shortlisted for the Giller Prize. Termen is the inventor of the theremin, an electronic contraption that imitates the sounds of traditional instruments. (To play the theremin, performers wave their hands between two antennae over a gizmo that modulates electronic frequencies that generate pitch.)
In 1927, Termen moves to New York with his revolutionary handler, Pash. Repackaged as Léon Theremin, Termen achieves minor notoriety from his public appearances “conducting” his instrument. Less than successful are his efforts to transform his invention into a profitable enterprise.
In the meantime, he falls irredeemably in love with a violinist named Clara, his most accomplished theremin student. Termen gets into some very big trouble, especially after Pash is upstaged by two thugs with identical names (Karl and Karl) from Stalin’s NKVD. Lev/Leon narrates his story as he’s sailing back to Soviet Russia in protective custody, accused of unspecified, anxiety-inducing charges that appear to concern his clumsiness as an unwilling double agent.
Lev Termen is a real historical figure. He not only existed, he invented the theremin. His narrative is set against frighteningly real, ominous Soviet oppression. Lenin himself makes a cameo and comes back to haunt late in the book.
In Orfeo, Powers employs historical reality as well. Every musical reference is real, as are most of the composers against whom Els measures himself.
Els’ backstory unfolds as he flees cross-country, mentally reconnecting with the key relationships in his life: his parents — particularly his father — his mentor (fraught with artistic and personal baggage), his two great loves, and his daughter.
To say Orfeo is saturated with musical references is to say Stalin was paranoid. In addition to the novel’s deep dive through 20th-century classical composition, every page, every paragraph vibrates with lush musical terminology in service to the plot.
Here’s life at 60, according to Els: “All that wandering through distant keys, doubles back to tonic.” His description of the massive government security operation that has him in its crosshairs: “Thousands of moving parts of the digital passacaglia.”
Even Els’ deceased dog, Fidelio, threads the musical theme. “Fidelio” is Beethoven’s only opera. As its title suggests, “Fidelio” is about truth and fidelity, but it is also about their opposites. The opera’s title character disguises herself as a man and lies for the greater good.
Els enacts a minor variation of this in Orfeo. To discover who he really is, he knowingly evades the law. Beethoven wrote four separate overtures to “Fidelio” in his efforts to satisfy an irritable public. Els engages in a parallel struggle; he spends the novel rewriting his own story of origin, all while listening to the music of his past.
Termen, too, hears the music in Us Conductors. He goes to concerts and describes compositions with which he’s intimately familiar. When he plays chamber music with his adored Clara (he always speaks directly to her via the second person), the violin is his madeleine: “Wood from the taiga, gut from a thin Romanov sheep. I remembered the rooms in which I had been raised, the varnish on the floorboards.”
But just as Orfeo covers much more than the life and loves of a midlist composer, Us Conductors is not really about music. It may not be a stretch to understand how errant scientists get crosswise with the government, but musicians? What’s all that music doing?
To begin, let’s note that neither Lev Termen nor Peter Els is a member of music’s rank and file. Here’s the difference between Termen’s invention and traditional instruments: “Playing the violin, the body is a musical connection between bow and strings. The same with trumpet, with clarinet, with piano: lips, tongue, hands on mouthpiece, reed, keys. You are stayed by touch. The theremin player is loose, untied. There is no tether.”
It’s no accident that when Lev makes his New York debut, composer Sergei V. Rachmaninoff and conductor Arturo Toscanini are in the audience, highly threatened. These two men “were imagining, I am certain, the chopping and splintering of scores of cellos, violins, and trumpets, rendered obsolete by the theremin’s ethereal tone.”
Something about the theremin is subversive; it’s upending an old order. Paramount, from a literary perspective, is that to play a theremin is to conduct.
What’s the job of a conductor? He or she is in charge of the orchestra, setting the rhythm, cuing entrances; in short, masterminding the musical interpretation. No matter how competent the instrumentalists, the conductor is boss. Lev fully embraces this concept. In one of his low moments, realizing that he’s being “propelled by outside forces,” Lev says, “I was in play. I was Lev Sergeyvich Termen; I thought, conducted.”
To return to Peter Els, road-tripping his way through memory and Homeland Security’s tightening noose. Els is a composer. He’s the creator; he writes the music that others have to render. Skirting economic realities inherent in that line of work is the notion of agency or authority. So, too, for a conductor.
Orfeo would be much less compelling if Els had sat in the back of an orchestra’s second violin section, just as Us Conductors would have lost its mojo if Termen had ended up playing sax in one of his beloved Harlem swing bands.
Both protagonists take on the establishment, however unwittingly — and however unsuccessfully.
Almost in spite of themselves, they are empowered by their creativity. They both resist the slide to becoming defenseless pawns of government oppression. Els figures out early on that he’s in grave danger. Rather than turn himself over, he takes a long, hard look at his life, on his own terms, and in his own time.
In other words, he asserts control.
Freezing, starving, and tortured in the Gulag, Termen acts similarly. He fights back physically and mentally. “Here was a machine; I would try to figure it out.” Deploying his scientific knowledge, he calculates how to make his backbreaking work more productive.
He is noticed by the major in charge. Sitting in the major’s office, Termen suggests forming an orchestra. A group of 11 “rag-wrapped” prisoners is assembled, with Termen as their conductor. “What did I know of conducting?” he asks. What, indeed.
Conducting Ravel’s “Boléro” grants Termen psychic escape. “We were not in Kolyma; we were on a Mediterranean hillside, in a Spanish court. We were wearing bright colors, with carafes of red wine.”
But, Termen says, the real escape the music allows is into memory. “Sometimes it is like this, listening to the music:the steady bars let you separate from your body, slip your skin, and you are standing before the shuttering slides of memory. Shades of light, skies filled with cloud, old faces.”
Incidentally, memory is what’s captured in Orfeo’s title. In parallel with his mythical counterpart, Els searches behind him to retrieve his beloved, which, in Els’ case, appears to be an honest assessment of his life and loves, as opposed to a single person. (Although his daughter is damned important.)
Did I mention these books are nothing alike? I have no confidence that readers who cotton to one would be drawn to the other.
Writing in short, declarative sentences, Sean Michaels lays out his story, moving between past and present with deceptive simplicity. Richard Powers uses a thicker palette, drenching his book in music’s technical vocabulary, writing in densely constructed paragraphs, leaving it to the reader to piece together the plot from within the vast esoterica of musical composition. Orfeo is gorgeous, but reading it takes some work.
So why compare the two? Both books understand that music can threaten the state. In the same way that the Man deplores dangerous books, the Man can be scared silly of dangerous music. Protagonist Peter Els gets it. While he’s on the run, he plugs his smartphone into the car stereo and chooses “Music that will get him as far as he needs to go. Shostakovich’s Fifth — a condemned man writing the accompaniment to his own execution.”
Is there a piece that epitomizes more the precarious tightrope between state-mandated “art” and treason? Music historians are still trying to decide whether Shostakovich was an instrument of the Party or its victimized opponent. (Likely, he was both.)
Lev Termen gets it, too. Toward the end of Us Conductors, when the repressive Soviet state constricts his every move, Lev takes pains to identify himself to the authorities as a scientist, not a musician, as if he’s acknowledging that music is the riskier business.
Both Orfeo and Us Conductors pair musical metaphor with industrial-strength irony. Both are firmly grounded in reality. Both present somewhat bumbling heroes, nominally engaged in innocuous music making, who come up against an all-powerful government security apparatus.
It’s no surprise that writers write in the context in which they live. Consider ours. Not a day goes by where we are not deluged with sobering news about the government’s listening machine, spreading like toxic ooze over every aspect of our lives.
We don’t understand the breadth or scope, we don’t understand the boundaries, we don’t understand the potential harm to our democracy. And most of all, we don’t understand how to control it. Even so, not only is it near impossible to avoid participating in the accelerating fraying of our privacy, the vast majority of us are willing and eager to do so.
Small wonder, then, that in the middle of 2014, two unrelated protagonists who try valiantly to face down the state’s leaden intrusion into their lives find their way to the page. The truth, it turns out, is in the music.
emotional
reflective
sad
slow-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
A mix
Strong character development:
Complicated
Loveable characters:
Complicated
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
I didn't like Lev or his friends for the first half of the book. And I thought that the relationship between Lev and Clara was selfish on both of their parts. But the last half of the book, when he goes back to Russia, was amazing. It felt like the author had actually gone through the gulag system himself because it was so vivid. It was interesting to listen to the theremin while reading it, I'd recommend it.
Well I have I to say the last 40 pages were probably the best ones. I wish I could give it 2.5 stars.
The writing style was interesting and at times could be lovely, but in the end felt to scattered and disconnected for my tastes. The story was unexpected but not satisfying in any meaningful way. I wanted to like this book more but finished it feeling underwhelmed.
The writing style was interesting and at times could be lovely, but in the end felt to scattered and disconnected for my tastes. The story was unexpected but not satisfying in any meaningful way. I wanted to like this book more but finished it feeling underwhelmed.
Un roman dont la plus grande qualité est sa faculté à ralentir le temps lors des nombreux moments où Termen adresse ses mémoires à l'amour de sa vie, Clara. Malheureusement, la lenteur parfois répétitive de l'histoire d'Us Conductors ne présente pas grand chose pour accrocher son lecteur et le pouser à continuer sa lecture, à toujours tourner une page de plus.
I expected more from this Scotiabank Giller Prize winning book.
Unfortunately when you expect greatness from a book, and it turns out to be... good but not amazing, it stings a little harder. And in turn may judge it a little harsher.
I knew nothing about the Theremin, or the man behind the name, and while it was informative and interesting, it was also painfully slow, and a little choppy.
While it was enjoyable enough, I don't think I will find myself recommending this book to many people.
Unfortunately when you expect greatness from a book, and it turns out to be... good but not amazing, it stings a little harder. And in turn may judge it a little harsher.
I knew nothing about the Theremin, or the man behind the name, and while it was informative and interesting, it was also painfully slow, and a little choppy.
While it was enjoyable enough, I don't think I will find myself recommending this book to many people.
Us Conductors garnered its author $100,000 when the debut novel won the 2014 Giller Prize. One of my personal goals is to read as many Giller-nominated books each year as I can manage. I'm not usually that successful in completing the goal, but I do manage to get through my share of some great Can-Lit selections. Sean Michaels' novel definitely bumped closer on my radar when it won Canada's richest literary prize but it was already in range when I heard the theremin's inventor was the subject.
Us Conductors is a fictional re-telling of the life and work of Lev Termen, the inventor of the theremin musical instrument and many other modern technologies. The narrative focuses on his time in America promoting and securing patents for his theremin, as well as his time spent in Soviet prisons during WWII. The other main thread running through the novel, one that informs the narrative style, is Termen's love for violinist and theremin player Clara Rockmore.
The fictional Termen narrates through letters and interior monologues addressed to his absent "love-of-his-life" Clara. This means that many passages fall into the second-person POV. Which is a very difficult way to write without drawing the reader's attention away from the narrative. While I was reading I was torn in my assessment of the success of the writing style. Both the aforementioned second-person POV and the heavy, annoying use of comma splices drew me out of the narrative flow. However, at close of the final page, I will give to Sean Michaels that he created a successful and daring novel. One that uses a tricky writing style appropriately and effectively. Nothing is more annoying that a senselessly difficult writing style for no apparent reason.
You may get a sense of my reserve in heaping praise on the novel. While I'm willing to applaud Sean Michaels achievement and understand his prize win, I cannot wholeheartedly say I enjoyed the novel. For me, it comes down to the focus on the relationship between Clara and Lev--or should I say lack of relationship? OK, they met and had a fun time in the Roaring Twenties New York. OK, she was a teenager to his thirties. But I don't buy the rest of Termen's supposed mooning around for decades. The actions of the real Termen's biography belie all this mooning about. It seems that Michaels is straining to fit this ill-fated love story into a mould that just doesn't quite fit. I just was more excited about everything else in the story--the spying, the secret assignations, the inventions, the other theremin players, the Russian prisons--than I was about boring Clara.
OK, end rant.
Read this book for its intrigue and for the theremin. I'll give this 3.5/5 stars.
Us Conductors is a fictional re-telling of the life and work of Lev Termen, the inventor of the theremin musical instrument and many other modern technologies. The narrative focuses on his time in America promoting and securing patents for his theremin, as well as his time spent in Soviet prisons during WWII. The other main thread running through the novel, one that informs the narrative style, is Termen's love for violinist and theremin player Clara Rockmore.
The fictional Termen narrates through letters and interior monologues addressed to his absent "love-of-his-life" Clara. This means that many passages fall into the second-person POV. Which is a very difficult way to write without drawing the reader's attention away from the narrative. While I was reading I was torn in my assessment of the success of the writing style. Both the aforementioned second-person POV and the heavy, annoying use of comma splices drew me out of the narrative flow. However, at close of the final page, I will give to Sean Michaels that he created a successful and daring novel. One that uses a tricky writing style appropriately and effectively. Nothing is more annoying that a senselessly difficult writing style for no apparent reason.
You may get a sense of my reserve in heaping praise on the novel. While I'm willing to applaud Sean Michaels achievement and understand his prize win, I cannot wholeheartedly say I enjoyed the novel. For me, it comes down to the focus on the relationship between Clara and Lev--or should I say lack of relationship? OK, they met and had a fun time in the Roaring Twenties New York. OK, she was a teenager to his thirties. But I don't buy the rest of Termen's supposed mooning around for decades. The actions of the real Termen's biography belie all this mooning about. It seems that Michaels is straining to fit this ill-fated love story into a mould that just doesn't quite fit. I just was more excited about everything else in the story--the spying, the secret assignations, the inventions, the other theremin players, the Russian prisons--than I was about boring Clara.
OK, end rant.
Read this book for its intrigue and for the theremin. I'll give this 3.5/5 stars.
A good beginning book from a debuting author. An interesting topic and subject; romantic without being sappy. I knew of Lev Teremin and the theremin and it's history as movie music and so was very interested in this story. Overall, I liked this book. Is it a 5, nope but I'm betting Sean Michaels next work or two will be. Great job, Sean and keep on writing, I'm looking forward to more.